The Spite of the Metricators warns us that they see the Obliteration of the Past as Vital

All my life I have had to watch people rip up and tear down beautiful things in a strange search for a gleaming new Utopia. Yet it has always ended in desolation, a vista of treeless wildernesses and cracked concrete, like a giant car park. I have lived to see many of the bright, shiny, ugly new things that they built crumble and peel, and be demolished in their turn, having lasted less than a quarter as long as the structures they replaced.

In my childhood they had a great frenzy for destroyin...