I use my grandma's washing machine from the 1980s. My daughter makes music on my Roland D50 synthesizer from the late 1980s. I sit on a wooden chair with the year 1921 written under it, in a wooden house from the 18th century. I don't romanticize the past, but something is broken in the current incentive structures. The way forward is not to recycle and use less end cheaper materials, but to build something of lasting quality that can persevere for generations.