Week 62 - Prayer Rooms & Whiteboards
Ever felt like a shark submerged in formaldehyde? - Saadadeen & Sulaiman share a thought from their week
The Prayer Room at the British Library
is tiny.
not so much a room, more a space. enough for 1 person, 2 if you scooch up.
The Prayer Room at the British Library
is sacred.
There is no room for community so the rituals are solitary and silent.
I sit on the stone bench and wait for the stranger inside to finish. They put their shoes back on. smile. nod. and fade back into being another library goer.
Praying alone
behind its big glass door that faces out onto the library makes me feel like a Damien Hirst installation “The Physical Impossibility of Death in the Mind of Someone Living Praying”.
The Prayer Room at the British Library is an oasis.
The Prayer Room at the British Library
is big enough to speak to God.
Dormant
I just looked to my right and saw this see-through plastic whiteboard on wheels; which you can write on and rub off on and strongarm to invent ideas that change the world.
I really want to buy one.
But I don’t know if I have enough disposable income to make it a sensible cop.
But it does look really cool.
Like really really cool.
And if I had one.
I could create something; or memorise something; or inspire someone; or remind someone; to execute an idea that has laid dormant within them for generations.
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