The worst of all...

It’s enough to walk around any museum to realise the amount of beauty left behind by our ancestors and intuit what is it that we’re going to leave behind to those that will come after us. One sees so many family men, worried about the future of their children, driving around with their cars in heavy traffic, poorly living in tiny apartments in huge tower blocks, consuming like mad everything that falls in their hands, that one has the certainty that their commodities will become trash; their cars junk and their fragile homes rubble. Seas of trash, mountains of junk and deserts of rubble will become our legacy; and, in between all of this, all of the everyday Kitsch that surrounds us. At least something to remember us with charm.
— Enrique Naya