Strange. Koch’s death got me thinking about NYC in the ’80s, and for the first time in a long, long time I spent a bit of time w/ everyone I knew who died of AIDS. So many things dissolve into technocratic dreams of progress; it’s easy to forget how hard it was for people to find their way, and how risky their paths turned out to be in retrospect. And, worst of all, realizing that what was meant as care could turn out so terribly.