diary / by Edward Mullany


I once saw a documentary in which a submarine equipped with a special camera descended to the deepest part of the ocean, where the water seems pitch black, so far is it from any source of light, though even here there were creatures swimming about, looking for food, and trying to avoid becoming food for something else, so that I began to wonder, after the sub had returned to the vessel on the surface, and the man who was doing the voiceover had begun to talk about a different subject, though still about the ocean in general, whether any of the crustaceans or jellyfish they’d shown were still alive today, after the program had aired, and, if so, what they were doing, for they’d have no idea that myself and other people had been watching them, and had thought about their lives, and that, in a way, this broadcast had made them famous.