diary / by Edward Mullany


I had the afternoon off, so I went to a museum, thinking, I suppose, that I’d wander through the galleries, looking at whatever paintings were hanging on the walls, and then leaving once I began to feel restless, or bored, though after I’d arrived, and had sat on the steps out front of the building, so I could finish the sandwich I’d brought with me, before going in, I realized I was happy enough to remain where I was, watching the people who were around me, and the traffic in the street below me, for the duration of time I would’ve spent indoors.