1) This is a new kind of death. Swift, random, cruel. You die alone with a nurse angel and an iPhone. You cannot touch or hug. There is no funereal. It’s a new kind of mourning. A Zoom Shiva with 80 friends. Death is everywhere in New York City the constant sirens

2) It’s like the Hunger Games here. You stay at home for a week. You dodged a bullet. You have a slight cough or sore throat “is that it?” You go out and someone passes to close. You come home and have to start the clock over

3) I was talking to a photographer colleague today we were both shooting the refrigerated trucks outside the hospitals, if the motor is humming there are bodies inside. What happens if you stand to close to the exhaust? I’m a paranoid mess

4) David was my friend of 40 years. He had it and recovered. Last Thursday he couldn’t breathe they put him on a respirator. Sunday they removed him, the nurse FaceTimed his family so they could say goodbye he wanted to hear the Beatles and the Bulgarian Women’s Choir then died

5) I’m so angry. I’m angry Trump waited 3 months. I’m angry I think I’m going to get it every time I go out. I’m angry I can’t be on the frontlines to document. I’m angry people are suffering because a malignant narcissist didn’t want to hurt his numbers

6) Jennifer didn’t need to die. She worked on Broadway she was my rock and roll friend for 40 years. They posted a picture of her on a treadmill with oxygen because she didn’t know because he lied she died a week later

7) I’m so scared. I’m 75. I can’t go on Facebook or Twitter without seeing someone I know or we all knew, died. “Please be safe” we say to everyone on the street. Thanks for listening to my TED talk and wash your damn hands and sing “I Will Survive”