At first, those of us who didn’t work in hospitals treated Covid like a weather disaster—let’s spend a few days inside, hang out with friends on zoom, and start some projects. 

But the numbers of people dying kept exploding.

The emptiness started to weigh on us all. We wandered through the vacant city not really knowing what to do feeling helpless.

When the morgue at the local hospital overflowed, they put a makeshift trailer morgue on 7th Avenue in Brooklyn. All over, memorials to the dead started to pop up.