The sketch is one i did a long time ago. It is of the men in the shadows, they were here then and they are here again. How to explain without seeming completely loopy?
There are men, at least they look like men, standing in the corners watching me. Not all the time, just occasionally. They have been here lately. They look like film detectives in long dodgy coats and black hats. They stand in the corners of my flat, by green bushes as I walk along the pavement, only half visible, but very definitely there.
They have taken lots of forms before though, government officials, aliens, the devil. Think I wrote a blog about them once or twice. I know it is them because there is something very sinister about them. They are taking notes on me, monitoring me. I often try to make light of them, call them friendly aliens or perhaps even Derek, and then they go away for a bit. But they always come back.
What do they want?
Where do they come from?
Do they mean me harm?
They don’t talk. Sometimes they open their mouths like they are going to scream, but nothing comes out.
What do they know that I don’t?
What am I supposed to do?
Is it part of a conspiracy?
The other day I was seeing them around lots. Also people’s faces were changing, collapsing. Like mercury their noses and eyes were melting down their faces.
Were they part of the same conspiracy?
yet I must pretend that they are not there, that I can’t see them, and that everyone face is in one piece and not sliding off. I must pretend that everything is ok, and so I do.