We all wear a mask throughout our life that we believe defines who we are. We are defined by our appearances, wealth, or knowledge. Hamlet realizes that we are all going to take off our masks at death. Underneath our mask we are all inherently the same.
Know your town (like the back of your hand) by johnefrench, I like the simple black and white line drawing, and the quirky shape of the map makes it a strong but effective piece which has been ordinarily created