Under the bright southern sun, the home was bathed in light and warmth, diffused and dissipated through windows craving even the suggestion of attention. The fireplace, obsolete as such, so grotesque in its originally imagined eminence, seemed an obstacle, an obstruction; a monolith of self-centredness, rendering much of the rest of the house awkwardly overwhelmed, the remainder of its entirety, diminished by the bullying presence of the indecorous monument, verging on dysfunction. To correct the eccentricities of a home built unreservedly on impulse, on whim, defying all aesthetically motivated balance of form and function, would require nothing short of demolition and re-construction. Redeeming qualities…?  None.