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The Confession Booth

When you enter the sauna in silence, and there’s no media on the screen, it becomes a confession booth.

You don’t use your voice to confess. You don’t need a priest.

You only have to use your breath, your aches, and your moaning to sing a picture of all the questionable activities you’ve participated in over the years. You’re eavesdropping on your body and your shadow.

It’s both a sermon and a prayer that you can’t unhear or unfeel even if you wanted to.