Gemotions

The artist's self-portrait, his carefully crafted persona of solitude and contemplation, was now adorning the back of a bus driver. A man who ate donuts and wore a stained shirt. He seethed, the betrayal a bitter taste in his mouth. He felt a need, a deep and gnawing urge to set things right.

He started by following the bus, a silent shadow observing its route. He made notes, documented the driver's routine, his habits. Each observation fueled a growing determination.

One day, he boarded the bus. He stood behind the driver, close enough to see the tattoo, close enough to smell the stale coffee. He felt a grim satisfaction. He knew just how to deliver a message.