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Locker Room

Dressing at the exit of a sauna is a bit like putting on the costume of a walk-on role.

I imprison my body under layers of clothes and take my old habits.

I’m lurking in the streets and nobody would guess. 

I feel lighter, less sensitive to the cold and noise surrounding me.

I’m again invisible in an anonymous crowd, and yet, I feel less lonely. 

What is left from my sauna encounters?

Are they my most authentic experiences or just parenthesis?

Part of the Sauna series.