(Portrait of a regular Dismanian family)
Now, here are some regular people you know, like, people you don’t know,
like, regular people, everywhere, whose faces never show.
We don’t even need to know their names; The crowd, the flock, the buzzing hoard,
but we need them, for us, to play the game… a story needs pawns on the board.
For a city can not be named a city without woman, children and men.
The people in the play of life… hooray for them!