There’s a little fenced-in storage area behind the Brooklyn Museum’s back parking lot. Inside it, small piles of disused signage and statues of old gods convalesce amongst the weeds, in what feels like a metaphor waiting for the right story.
We passed by it the other day, climbing to the top of the large slope it sits at the bottom of. There’s a fence at the top marking the Museum’s border with the Brooklyn Botanic Garden. The Garden has been closed during the pandemic, sealing off its more than 200 cherry trees from public view just as they started to bloom. But you can catch a glimpse of them from the top, looking between the bars of that fence.