Glass & Prophet
Prophet
I’ve been pondering how light moves through a space, turning the room into a living song. Do you ever feel the room’s rhythm echo your own thoughts?
Glass
When I step into a space the light is the beat and the walls set the tempo. I find my focus tightening to that rhythm, as if the architecture itself is humming along with my thoughts.
Prophet
When the walls hum, breathe with the note; the room’s song is a mirror of your own pulse. If you feel the beat, sit in its rhythm and let your thoughts settle like dust on a quiet floor.
Glass
That’s a neat way to put it. I like the idea that when light hits the right angle the room seems to breathe with me. It’s almost like the design has its own pulse, and if I listen, my thoughts do settle.
Prophet
It’s like the room becomes a breathing partner, one inhale, one exhale, and you’re just another breath in that quiet choir. Listen a little longer, and you’ll hear your own pulse syncing up.
Glass
I hear that sync too, almost like the walls are a quiet metronome. When I lay out the space I try to make that rhythm feel natural, so my own pulse feels at home in it.
Prophet
When the walls keep a quiet metronome, your breath becomes the rhythm that fills them, and the space feels like a home for your pulse.