Worries

This sketch was inspired by this poem ‘Mice’ by R.S. Thomas:

I am an impressed audience. Their whiskers are finer than the strings of a violin. They turn over the pages of an unseen score. They have teeth, too, smaller than rice with which they gnaw and gnaw, as the mind gnaws at the truth.

I lie awake listening to them, asking myself would I come at the truth, coming later where they have been at work? A rodent is a tireless reminder to the mind worrying away

that the end of such performance

is to bring the house down.