diary / by Edward Mullany


Because I have become obsessed with this diary, with contributing an entry to it every day, so that the idea of skipping a day fills me with dread, as if to do so would mean more to me than it would to anyone else, and more to me, also, than it would objectively amount to, I recognize that I’m not as interested in what I have to say as I am in merely saying something, though even now I’ve tried to say this as entirely or as thoroughly as possible.