At first blush the man sitting at the other side of the metro platform from me seems fine. Then suddenly he squawks like some prehistoric bird at the top of his lungs.
No one reacts.
We have a mental health epidemic in the world; one brought on by the insecurity and the broken human ties which are not visibly improving.
When times are stable people feel reassured. When systems break down we end up with societal frayed edges.
There is never a perfect era because when I was growing up diversity was an unthinkable thing. Conversely we had financial and societal harmony that kept more people from feeling despair.
No such thing as perfect.
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