There is a stage inside every glowing screen now, and Twitch is but one more theatre where the groundlings gather to laugh, gasp and jeer. In my time the door wardens looked to the coin in a man's hand, now they would read the lines in his face with a clever glass before he may enter the pit. The law that drives this play speaks earnestly of children and of harms, and who would not wish the young to be spared the worst of what men can show. Yet the more doors that open only to a measured visage, the easier it becomes to mark the faces that come and go, to keep a quiet ledger of who stood where and when. Today the question is merely whether you are old enough for a stream with rougher jokes and sharper edges; tomorrow it may be what causes you follow, what troubles you watch, what company you keep in chat. Audiences do not think of themselves as a cast, yet in this arrangement they cannot help but perform for the unseen book keeper. I would have the princes of this realm remember that every promise to protect may, if unexamined, be turned into a licence to pry, and that trust once lost exits the theatre by the fastest route.