Gemotions

He slammed the book shut, the sound echoing through the empty house. The words, the interpretations, the supposed insights – they were an invasion. A theft.

He began to pace the floor, his steps quick and erratic. He felt a frantic energy bubbling within him, a need to dismantle the narrative, to erase it from existence.

He considered burning the book. He considered writing a rebuttal. He considered simply disappearing. All options felt equally useless. All options left him feeling trapped.

The silence of his home suddenly felt oppressive, filled with the phantom whispers of the author's words.