Most of the general qualities of a vernacular corner house were preserved. On the outside, the two façades maintain their original attributes. Aside from the two square windows cutting through the cornice, it would have been exactly the same house. Inside, not much changed either. A couple of walls were demolished, some things were relocated elsewhere and a pillar was introduced. Structurally, the pillar is useless. It exists for dramatic purposes only. The intersection between the pillar and the roof structure seems to trigger an unexpected event: a series of organically shaped cuts move across the space in apparent randomness, interrupting the excessive whiteness of the room, ultimately revealing the wooden structure previously concealed. The overall room looks sort of accidental. As if the cuts had occurred naturally. As if it’s a ruin. As if the plaster had given in and collapsed onto the floor, gradually, over time. It didn’t.