To Conserve: an Art. an Inclination.

While the real estate schemes and scams hog the headlines, there are ancient pieces of architecture which only delight me. Sheer. No ends.
And i call them Pieces not because they are Poignant and Permissive, both at the same time but because they are Punctuated: in the current times! They are dots which toil about their business to sustain themselves as quietly, quieter actually, as those hawkers, laborers, daily wagers, traders, cyclists and pedestrians do. They live, shimmer, tire, weather just as well.
Sometimes scream and protest perhaps, but don't die. They get d e m o l i s h e d.
What does it take for old Architecture to keep itself alive..while new emerges, trespasses, looms and decides to overrule?!
If the city and its people have the power and resource to build new, the onus to Conserve the old also lies on them. without a doubt, without an excuse.
'My life is in ruins' is a conservationist's by-line.
However preference for Decadence is not the point here.
Sustenance Is. Preservation Is. Perseverance Is.

Figuratively speaking, 'To Build' could be a Science or Commerce, 'To Renew' could be a gesture.
But To Conserve must be an Art and have mere Inclination.