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Locker Room

Dressing back at the exit of a sauna is a bit like putting on the costume of a walk-on role, and taking back the grey appearance of everyday people.

Locker rooms of saunas, bathhouses and other spas are zones of transitions and mutation.  I imprison my body under layers of clothes and take my old habits.

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

What is left from my sauna encounters? Are they my most authentic experiences or just parenthesis?

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. 

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