It was endless and relentless, it would make a reasonably selling book, but not one they sell the film rights for. Nothing that original. Just a story about how everyday when the protaginist comes home another thing is changed in the household. This time it was the kitchen had been ripped out and a bedroom placed in the centre. Not done proper, just ripped out. And the protaginist tries to explain how this shouldn't happen because the gas could leak and the house would explode, possibly. But it didn't and the protaganist can say nothing. And that is the point the protaganist can say nothing because no one listens. It is a story about the silence of not having a voice.