Modeling Our Life After A Box

I responded to a text a moment ago with the most lazy of possible responses: "K". It was apparently too demanding to add the additional "O" and a couple marks of punctuation.

Is this what our culture prizes: self-centered efficiency? Is there a place for artistry, for the inefficiency of laboring as a craftsman? We seem to be creating a society in which we work only until our particular infantile desire is satisfied and then we stop.

This attitude in architecture produced some of the ugliest public buildings in modern design. Are we satisfied to model our life after the efficiency of a box?