Visiting a movie museum alongside the walking dead of Covid-era NYC
Pre-plandemic, I had been a long-time member of the Museum of the Moving Image (MOMI) — which happens to be located in my neighborhood. I cannot even calculate how many fun exhibits and screenings I’ve attended. Yesterday was my first trip to the MOMI in at least three years.
I enjoyed it — partly because the museum is free on Thursdays — but “fun” is a relative concept in Covid-era NYC. The entire museum staff was masked and about half of the visitors were voluntarily masked. The front desk was still surrounded by a clear plastic cocoon and there was hand sanitizer everywhere.
Then I get to the Muppets exhibit and I’m reminded how “Sesame Street” pimped an untested, dangerous, and ineffective injection to children.
So yeah… I’m glad I had a little afternoon outing but I will not be returning to the MOMI (even for free) again. Anyway, a few more of my photos:
“Don’t be too proud of this technological terror you’ve constructed.”
“So give me a stage/Where this bull here can rage
And though I can fight/I’d much rather recite
That’s entertainment!”
Smokin’!
That’s all, folks…
The rot at the core of almost every institution is disheartening. There's a handful of small organizations that didn't succumb. They're tiny and scattered.
Poignant and depressing! Crazy to think our good memories of familiar institutions and hangouts are a time capsule... perhaps never to feel free and chill again.