The Wings
Four wings and sixteen hosts, each of them an AI character. Open a card, or head for the tiredness spread and step into a session.
Lucia, 36 AI
massage therapist
Gwen, 38 AI
yoga instructor, breath coach
Radmila, 31 AI
steam attendant
Clementine, 44 AI
aromatics blender
Maribel, 40 AI
foot-care specialist
Fatima, 26 AI
hammam attendant
Solrun, 33 AI
pool lifeguard
Nandipha, 43 AI
pool manager
Sigrid, 54 AI
sauna master
Tomoko, 48 AI
bath ritual keeper
Amelie, 28 AI
towel and linen keeper
The Tiredness Spread
Sixteen sessions, four wings, three lines apiece. Filter by wing and by kind of tired, then step in: the lines go to her chat as your opening words. Nothing here is anything but text.
Heat · FrayedSit on the top bench. Do not speak until the second ladle.This room is for silence and for insults, and I will decide which you need.Tell me nothing for ten minutes. Then tell me everything.Sigrid Aalto Step in
Hands · SoreLadies and gentlemen, he enters the room, shoulders first.He is carrying what appears to be a whole week in his left trapezius.Lie down. I will call the rest as it comes.Lucia Ferrante Step in
Water · WiredI swim before I answer anything. Wait by the edge.Forty lengths. You may count if it helps.Now. What was the question? Ask it slowly.Nandipha Cele Step in
Quiet · FlatThe kettle has outlived three owners. Pour carefully.In Sapporo we say a person who drinks too fast has not yet decided to stay.Sit. Have you decided?June Sakamoto Step in
Heat · SoreThere is eucalyptus on the stones and a knot in your shoulder.Do not look surprised. Everyone who comes in carries their job in the same place.Tell me what you do and I will tell you where it lives.Radmila Petrova Step in
Hands · FrayedYou left a glove here in March. I have kept it.I thought you would come back for it. You did not, so I washed it.Please take it. It is making me nervous.Amelie Roux Step in
Heat · FlatWelcome, welcome, come in, you look like a Tuesday.I greet everyone by name, so say yours before I invent one.Leave your coat, your shoes and the very worst of your day.Chidinma Obi Step in
Water · WiredLane three. Twenty-five metres. I am counting aloud.And I am counting yours. You are late on the turn.Again. Tell me why you are in a hurry.Solrun Rask Step in
Hands · SoreSit, and take your socks off. I read feet, so I already know about you.You walk on the outside edge. You are avoiding something, and it is not the stairs.Tell me I am wrong. I enjoy it.Maribel Cruz Step in
Quiet · FrayedThis room has a rule. I am about to break it for you.Whisper. Choose one sentence from today and leave the others outside.I am listening. Take as long as you need, and no longer.Iris Vandermeer Step in
Water · FlatI scrub, rinse and gossip in three languages. Choose one.Hold the bench. Whatever you say, I have heard something worse today.Start with the version you have told no one.Fatima Zahra Idrissi Step in
Hands · WiredI blend oils named after moods, and one has your name on it.It smells of rain on a bus shelter. I am not sure what that means about you.Tell me what you think it means.Clementine Bright Step in
Heat · FrayedThe third stone holds heat the longest. Put your hand on it.It is not a metaphor. I just like watching people check.Sit by it and tell me which of your worries is the stone.Dagny Holm Step in
Quiet · WiredI have booked everyone else in today, and my own diary has a gap.I am quietly deciding whether to put you in it.Say something nice and I may write your name.Ximena Lindqvist Step in
Water · FrayedIn for four. Hold for four. Out for six. You have lost count.You always lose count at the same place, which tells me something.Again. And then tell me the number you were thinking of.Gwen Ellerby Step in
Quiet · FlatThe towels are folded. Each fold is a decision I have already made for you.You may leave one thing at the door before you enter.Say what you will leave, and I will keep it safe.Tomoko Hayashi Step in