As we all know, during the worst of the pandemic at 7pm each night, people here in New York – and elsewhere – would lean out their windows, stand on their fire escapes or go up on their roofs to bang pots and pans. Primarily, this was about thanking the first-line responders, nurses and doctors, but this was also about something else. It was about defining the space of the street and saying, “Public space is still ours. Even if we can’t go there now, we’re going to own it by sound.”