All the world's a stage, and all the men and women are merely players. A fitting statement; laughably so, damnably so. Players to be toyed with, shuffled from one spot to another. One removed, another set in place. A mask to pass on. A mask to destroy.

New faces in the same role. New roles for the same faces.

There is no attachment. Attachment suggests solidity. Attachment suggests reality. As the curtain falls again and again it rises on another. And another. And another.

A new role, a new script, the same play. Red on white. In justice we trust.