My biggest beef with the internet? The glorification of nostalgia. To arrogantly quote myself, Facebook is an "endless high school reunion." And this Abraham Lincoln–zombie, Jane Austen–vampire mashup American culture started in 1492 or so. And, oh, fan fiction originated the first time a caveman lovingly repeated a lie told by another caveman.

We live in a city where a formerly cool radio station, the Mountain, now has the same ancient playlist as Jack FM.

Of course, I'm guilty of cultural nostalgia, too. I prefer those pesky books made of paper and glue. And I spend way too much time listening to Pat Benatar.

But South Lake Union is not interested in nostalgia, at least not in terms of architecture. Dozens of old buildings have been demolished and more are currently being demolished. Construction cranes, looking like the love children of supermodels and dinosaurs, are everywhere.

Yesterday, I spent 20 minutes watching a crew tear down a brick wall, and I thought of the workers, long since dead, who first built that wall. As much as I love the new, I remain haunted by the old. Just like you. Just like this neighborhood.