Gemotions

“Well, this is just great,” he said aloud, staring at the notice. He ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the strands. The building’s management had chosen to convert to condos. Of course.

He stood by the window, watching people walk by. This was his view, this was his city. But the building's impending shift to condos had shifted his view.

He felt a deep unease. He knew he could not afford to buy. A move was inevitable. Everything seemed to be getting smaller. He felt a strange sort of helplessness settling over him.