I came out into the dark of the courtyard for some cold air & space & to smoke a cigarette.
I was surprised to find other people who had had the same idea already staking out territories on the slate covered walkway, which gleamed dully like a singular trail in the forest determined to lead weary travellers in the right direction, in spite of themselves.
I found a nice patch of real estate between two couples, one on either side of me about ten feet away each.
It’s funny how territorial tendencies seem to show up in the least expected ways, even in a hostel like this where movement & energy & socialising is the norm, & private space is limited to your bed in the dorms.
The beds are a sacred space onto themselves here, a place of freedom & peace; bubbles of privacy where people don’t bother you if you look like you don’t want to be bothered.
That is where we go to recharge, regroup our mental energies & recoup our drained reserves.
So I’m standing here between these two couples & it just occurred to me how beautiful a representation of the nature of the world stood right in my immediate surroundings.
To my right, the couple was either arguing or performing a daily mating ritual, I’m not sure.
Sex & aggression are so closely related that at some point I find the distinction meaningless.
For those who’ve had the priceless privelege of having a lot of arguments with your partner, you will know that makeup sex is the best-thing-ever.
Angry, violent, desperate, primal, lustful lovemaking has an allure that can be an addictive release in a relationship that doesn’t have much else to hold it together.
So the couple to my right was arguing, with the girl railing at the guy for some imagined slight, & the one to my left was making out.
And the thing that occurred to me, as I held a lit malboro in my fingers, is this was the perfect representation of duality in nature, where the same thing can present either the Yin or the Yang aspects depending on conditions external to it.
The same relationship that had locked the couple to my left in a deep, semi-permanent embrace, seemed to be a source of infinite hassle to the other.
Out of politeness, & partly out of wanting to observe this insight into human nature a bit more fully, I stood there in my own little bubble, voyeuristically observing the bizarre scene playing out in front of me in this sleepy hamlet.
Finally, the lovely couple making out left, while the other girl continued her high pitched tirade directed at the left eardrum of her poor beau.
She was from Delhi, so I figured it’s business as usual for them.