Gemotions

The rain hammered against the windows, mirroring the tempest inside Daniel. He spent days, weeks, perfecting his work. He was a creator, he thought. A man of vision. His artwork was his expression. Then, he found a picture of a tattooed man on the internet. His picture. A recreation.

Daniel was left numb. What was the point? His artwork, his life's passion, had been reduced to a simple, meaningless design. He felt the familiar weight pressing down on his chest, constricting his breath.

He stopped eating. He stopped moving.