Step out afterward. Feel the cool air of the corridor. You realize: the glass was never the wall. The wall was the idea that you could ever decide in private.
So what is this space? Not a fishbowl. Not a throne. It is a mirror with chairs. It asks: Can you be honest when honesty is visible? Can you be vulnerable when vulnerability is on display? vergaderruimte met glazen wand
The glass does not hear secrets. It only reflects them. A frustrated shrug becomes a silent film. A moment of doubt—caught, framed, interpreted by anyone passing by. You learn to smile while debating. You learn to lean in, even when you want to retreat. The room teaches you a new language: the choreography of being seen. Step out afterward