"Do you feel better"? Yoga experiences at 40 degrees. Naked.
Try it, I thought. Could be something, I thought. Now I'm lying in a mirrored room on a rubber mat and wondering what I've just thought to think. Gleaming bodies everywhere, half naked in the spreading step. Bikram Yoga? that also means swinger club atmosphere with swingers club motto: Everything is possible, nothing has to.
For me that's the other way around: I have to, but I can not. High humidity, snap breathing, misted pupils. And this all-encompassing fountain transpiration, in which my interior runs down on me from the outside. Even my sweat sweats. And then it starts. Spine swivel seat. Kink, crack. Can it get even better? It can.
A touch of champagne romance
The Vorturner, also half naked, but with a headset, stands on a pedestal, of course, and addresses the collective as an individual? Ikea attitude with a touch of champagne romance. "Feel your breath?" He says. Feel your pulse! Mein rattles to the beat of a sewing machine through my guts. How can that be good for my mobility?
In addition: slight dizziness with the tendency to fainting. Drink, must drink more. My bottle slips out of my hand like a piece of soap. Still water bubbling like a whirlpool. This heat! The iceberg that the? Titanic? would not survive here the way from the front door to my mat.
Reintroduce first
Dimly perceive the psychedelic jumble of knotted bodies wrapping around themselves like worms. Find out that I am actually more articulate. Or make a lie. Anyway, my hands come a little closer to body parts ran that I could not touch before. If only this trappings were not.
There she is again. This falsetto voice hovering between wet flesh, begging everyone to feel in it. Clean feeling. What does that mean? What is that good for? And how will that work? This re-feeling. The only thing I can feel inside are burning muscles, ligaments, tendons, and bones, which, like the Mikado, have been jumbled up, but surprisingly, they seem to have moved to the right places.
Finally, the funeral. Gagging and breathing with your eyes open on your back. Lying is me. But I only have the strength for one of them: open eyes or breathing. Hard decision. Must first feel in me.
