The Unfinished Race: Alan and James' First Encounter

Here is the first in a series of sketches which Henk ten Harkel has drawn and I coloured-up in Photoshop; Alan and James' first encounter. There are three other sketches to follow.

Escape

This is a poem I wrote some time ago when in my previous 9-5 office job. I have come to realise I do not operate very well in this kind of environment and at times I felt overwhelmed by the endless distractions and hustle and bustle. As you have probably gathered from the nature of this blog, I am a quiet observer of the world around me and need that quietness in order to think clearly:


The noise, the rings, the clacks, the bangs
The shouts, the laughs, the murmurs
The taps, the clicks, the scratch and rustle
Surge in, relentless, stampeding raiders.

Let me glide and slip silently away
Like the troubled sea when stormy winds have left it
The empty city when restless traders have stopped their endless trading
To take their restless minds to other restless places

Like the fairground when spinning wheels and whirling lights
Have ceased their endless motion
Let me walk amongst the memory of these things
And know I have escaped to see a world that they may never see.