We have to go back

Look at the cultural trajectory that we are on. Where else can we go? How much lower? At some point along the way, we became embarrassed to express a love of beauty, and aesthetics. How dare we openly express a fondness for charming decor, lovely cities and towns, an unpretentious affinity for real beauty. Something very real and very rare has died in us, a priceless cultural soul has been extinguished, and too few are mourning it. We resign ourselves to our cubes, our pure heroin iPhones, our ugly-as-sin vehicles, injecting the digital Soma, give a small part of our souls each day to the god of Convenience, and live our lives like the flies of a summer.

Author: S. Smith