IN FAVOUR OF WEIRD ARTIST DATES

Last month, I floated. Not like I’ve done before in a pool, or soaker tub. I floated in a salty tank, and let a woman’s voice lull me into the depths of the shallow water.

Instagram listens to me, it definitely listens to you too, and it must have heard me chatting about new-age remedies and thought, boy, do we have an idea for her. They got me… a few clicks, and I’d paid $70 for my very own room with its very own tank for 60 salty minutes.

I got to Googling, and found that you don’t really need to prepare for a float — the towels and shower are…