’m standing in a chamber chilled to minus 130°C, completely naked aside from a modesty towel, slippers and gloves. I’m trying to keep my limbs from going numb by moving, rather stiffly, to a fast-beat pop track piped through speakers into my white world. Icicles have formed on my eyebrows and eyelashes, and my skin is the colour of a tropical sunset. The cold is painful, but not unbearable, perhaps partly because I know my three minutes in the frozen room are doing me
PLAY IT COOL
Jun 30, 2021
3 minutes
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