Perjantai Let me sing to you now of smoke and salt. You breathe through your mouth, in sauna; the air feels hot enough to turn your nostrils to ash. It takes a few minutes for your body to realize exactly how hot it is—who knows the actual temperature, the surface of Mercury, it might as well be, from the sudden flow of water out of your skin, every drop of moisture in your body, it feels like. Your ears are shriveling. The smoke sauna is impossible for more than those few minutes, the air sweet and heavy but every movement is agony.
Helsingista #2
Helsingista #2
Helsingista #2
Perjantai Let me sing to you now of smoke and salt. You breathe through your mouth, in sauna; the air feels hot enough to turn your nostrils to ash. It takes a few minutes for your body to realize exactly how hot it is—who knows the actual temperature, the surface of Mercury, it might as well be, from the sudden flow of water out of your skin, every drop of moisture in your body, it feels like. Your ears are shriveling. The smoke sauna is impossible for more than those few minutes, the air sweet and heavy but every movement is agony.