Life as a pilgrim is funny.
Every afternoon, I lie in a dormitory room with a new bunch of people I´ve never met - might be 6, or 20, or once, 120. We´re often strangers at the beginning, but by morning we´ll know the intimacies of one another´s sleep, the scruffiness of his morning hair, whether she wears a lace bra or a sports tank, how much belly hangs over so-and-so´s too-small jocks.
Glimpses into people´s most private, sensitive moments. You end up knowing things about a 12-hour acquaintance that you don´t even know about close family members.
And then you do it again the next day and the day after that. It´s odd.
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