Once
It used to be that rail passengers looked out of their windows and watched the world passing by, perhaps thinking about the ups and downs of their lives or they would strike up conversations with other travellers that may have led to laughter, frequently experiencing the random joy of simply connecting with another human . It used to be that young mothers coo-cooed at their babies as they pushed them along or tucked their blankets in or squeezed their little cheeks as those small children carefully observed their mothers' expressions, learning things faster than at any other time in their coming lives, appreciating the immeasurable value of eye contact. It used to be that workmates talked to each other on their breaks - perhaps joking or solving work problems together or talking about family, sport or popular films or simply the weather. It used to be that people kept moving on public staircases or when simply walking down the street and when people crossed those streets they put s...