Cabins are the only places of privacy in gay saunas. They are the only places where the other matters: not the dick or the silhouette but a specific guy, nobody else in the sauna but him.
Four wooden walls and a plastic mattress are the simplest expression of the interest two people can have for each other. What happens inside these walls is nobody else’s business. And yet, all humanity finds itself in this cramped space.
This is dedicated to my partner with whom I have made a halt in this journey, and without which today’s world seems all too pointless.