The mother of all curves that needs to be flattened is inequality. Everything else will follow.
“They were part of the greatest diaspora in history, the migration of half of Asia from country to town, and it was happening at an accelerated speed during the last third of the twentieth century. Men with iron muscles and the dogged heroism of unmechanized agricultural labour, women with bodies ravaged by continual pregnancies, they possessed in full measure all the guts, all the enthusiasm, all the naïveté, all the hope, all the desperation necessary to make it in the big city. The only thing they left out of account was time, of which they knew very little apart from the rhythms of nature. The sadistic vivisection of life into hours, minutes, seconds was one of the few hardships never inflicted by the soil.”
“Bangkok Eight” by John Burdett