I once read an Ibsen play about a famous, well established architect who harbored a robust fear of the "rising generation". He would be replaced by them--he knew it--and he could barely name them without feeling a bit terrorized. "The Rising Generation", he'd gasp with white knuckles--or at least, that how I remember my reading of the play.
I love how this image splits down the shadowy middle. A new generation of buildings is rising in Beirut. I wonder if old buildings like the one on the right know the terror of Ibsen's architect.