The good old days

At the extreme ends of each metro platform there are placards that read in French "thinking about suicide? Please first call this number". Sometimes the metro is interrupted and over the loudspeaker we hear there is delay because of an incident. We never know the cause. 

These placards didn't used to be there but we live in a more desperate time where we have gained desperation and anxiety but lost the intolerance of the era of my youth with a celebration of diversity I am very thankful for.

It turns that there are no good old days but instead we just seem to trade sets of societal circumstances.