“Pretending to be places of enduring value, the American suburbs had proved to be made of nothing more lasting than parcels of real estate. It was a shame, because the reactions to the disillusion that followed was a far more fraudulent and barbarous movement called Modernism, which dedicated itself to the worship of machines, to sweeping away all architectural history, all romantic impulses, and to jamming all human aspiration into a plain box.”

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Paragraph by James Howard Kunstler, The Geography of Nowhere

I’m pondering this paragraph right now. When I read this, it just seems empty. It’s sounds like everything was produced for it’s perceived value and not for those who it was made for. Is most of what we produce on a daily basis made for the sake of making it or are we producing things to bring people together, to faciliate relationships?

I’m not set on my thoughts just yet about this paragraph, but it is causing me to think pretty hard about my environment.