Michael describes The Space – the nonprophet events centre – as “the green building across the road from the strip club”. There isn’t anything particularly special about it; just a dull cement block in downtown Salt Lake City.
A vacant lot next door is frequented by the homeless – the unofficial waste collection department – who hoard the discarded belongings and trash of the city’s visitors. It is an underwhelming facade.
Inside however, it is different.
The Space emits a cold and icy aura. The black rubber flooring contrasts starkly the pale white walls. Machines, weights and various pieces of gym equipment are tucked away into concealed corners, leaving a vast empty void in the middle of the room; the exception, a row of assault bikes which lie poised to the side, awaiting earnestly their next victim.
A modest pull-up rig – consistent with the black and white colour scheme – is pushed against a wall. There are few barbells; they sit hidden behind the white board where seven workouts have been scribed, Monday through to Saturday. They read more like art than science.
Everything is clean and spotless, like a freshly shined mirror. Almost as if by design…
CHANGE IS THE POINT 