Changing Times

In the news here today, an item about another breakdown on the MRT, this Far Place's equivalent of the Underground or Metro. Yet just twenty-five years ago, on my arrival in this land, the news was only good, indeed triumphant: an MRT that made tired old Europe look, well, tired.

There's a sparkling array of morals that might be adduced from this sad contrast, but I'll settle for two: modernity ages with astonishing rapidity and, with a little more poetry about it, Look on my works ye Mighty and despair.