Call the Appliance House a sub-urban home turned into a shelter from every kind of consumptive adversity the city is able to muster...each room encloses an accentuated state of normal, everyday, sub-urban living, but the rooms have all changed their ceramic nameplates. Where there used to be the cosy nook with an open fireplace, there is a furnace to suit the pyromaniac within us all. Where there was once a study, in which the Toby jug collection and family sports trophies were displayed, there now exists the Kleptoman Cell, a room given over to the face-to-face confrontation of what it means to have in one's possession any object gleaned by any means, fair or foul
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