...The result is rather typical of modern technology, an overall dullness of appearance so depressing that it must be overlaid with a veneer of "style" to make it acceptable.  And that, to anyone who is sensitive to romantic Quality, just makes it all the worse.  Now it's not just depressingly dull, it's also phony.  Put the two together and you get a pretty accurate basic description of modern American technology :  stylized cars and stylized outboard motors and stylized typewriters and stylized clothes.  Stylized refrigerators filled with stylized food in stylized kitchens in stylized houses.  Plastic stylized toys for stylized childeren, who at Christmas and birthdays are in style with their stylish parents.  You have to be awfully stylish yourself not to get sick of it once in a while.  It's the style that gets you; technological ugliness syruped over with romantic phoniness in an effort to produce beauty and profit by people who, though stylish, don't know where to start because no one has ever told them there's such a thing as Quality in this world and it's real, not style.  Quality isn't something you lay on top of subjects and objects like tinsel on a Christmas tree. Real Quality must be the source of the subjects and objects, the cone from which the tree must start.

_Robert M. Pirsig  "Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance"

I remember the tears of that day

But fall short of recollections

Only to glimpse them

Here and there

Through song or speedometer

As the sun cannot be stared at

I can only step out into their light (So bright my heart has to squint)

Then fall down to the green grass of gloom

To warm myself

In the memory of you