No Sir! In this particular case it isn't the world which evolves. We do evolve our world deliberately in a place of rush, junk and plastic.
You're absolutely right; it's all a sort of suicidal race to the end of our days.
I lost my wife five years ago come November; in the passing of the interim, one of the many huge losses that I notice, outwith emotional loss, is to be found in the quality of my daily standard of living.
Where once we would sit and enjoy thirty minutes with a G&T along with a canapé of some kind before the meal, that kind of moment doesn't now exist; where meals meant conversation and humour or even, rarely, an argument about something very trivial spread over at least a couple of hours and a bottle of plonk, there is now a restaurant and meaningless chat with the staff, all of whom are very nice but oh, so young and so enthusiastically vacant.
Food becomes fuel; a thirty-five-minute pit-stop.
At least you can still go into a cheap bar here and expect coffee and drinks in cups and glasses... unless it's a festival, in which case, in several places it's plastic because of the drunks. But maybe twice a year ain't too bad. They have Big Mac joints here, but I never go there - maybe they use polystyrene too.
Once, in Florida, the model insisted we all go to a Mac for a meal: no - you won't want to hear about that experience.
Such is the life we create, and many have come to expect.