/ by Edward Mullany

In the interior of one unit I saw a young woman and young man who appeared to be Asian moving around in the kitchen and living area of their unit, doing whatever it was they were doing, I couldn’t tell exactly what, because even though I could see them up close at times, I couldn’t hear what they might have been saying to each other, and couldn’t keep them always in my view, but lost track of them whenever one of them or both of them happened to turn away, or step out of the frame that the angle of my observation permitted me, so that the experience of watching them was, I imagined, somewhat like watching a movie without sound, though a movie without a plot, because of how ordinary the scene was, as well as how illogical seeming it was, in the sense that I was glimpsing it after it had already begun, and was not privy to all of its details, nor to the entirety of their dwelling space, or their quarters, but was instead confined to a very small area of square footage, which I could not hold completely steady anyway, through the glasses, or lenses, even if I could keep it somewhat steady, or steady enough to get an idea of what I was watching.