Gemotions

He hadn't slept well in days. He’d seen the Instagram post, a close-up of his geometric design now emblazoned on someone’s ribs. It felt like an intrusion, a blurring of boundaries. He was used to public exhibitions, but this was different.

He avoided leaving his apartment, consumed by the creeping feeling of unease. He felt as if his skin had become too thin. He had built up walls to protect himself, and now they seemed meaningless.

He sat at his drawing table, his tools untouched. His hands felt heavy. The paper was blank, mocking him with its emptiness. He buried his face in his arms, the scent of ink and paper doing little to soothe him.