diary / by Edward Mullany


In a church I went into in the afternoon, in a neighborhood where I do not live, but to which I sometimes walk on days when I'm not working, and am thus unoccupied by the tasks and responsibilities that, when I am working, can relieve me of that restlessness that comes from not having a place to be, or a thing to do, or a person to attend to...yes, in this church I went into, while I was thus conscious of the passage of time, or of the way we must all proceed through time, I saw in a pew near the front, kneeling, so that I couldn't see her face, and could only imagine what had brought her here, if one could say that anything had brought her here at all, a woman who was much older than me and who at no point, while I remained there, became aware of my presence.