According to posthumous accounts of his friends, the photographer, filmmaker, circus performer, accordionist, and New York Mets fan Jamie Livingston was as lovely a guy as you could hope to call your pal. Born at New York’s Mt. Sinai Hospital in 1956, he attended artsy Bard College, where he met many of the folks with whom he would share his bohemian life. But his health was always fragile (he may have suffered from Crohn’s disease), and his 41st birthday, in 1997, found him back at Mt. Sinai, on his deathbed. A chronicle of Livingston’s life survives in the series of Polaroids he shot at the rate of one a day over a period of 18 years, concluding with the image (he had set it up himself) of his lifeless body in his hospital bed. His project came to be called Some Photos Of That Day, and it went viral online years before the launch of Instagram. Inspired by Livingston’s legacy, the filmmaker David Van Taylor has constructed a “nonfiction libretto,” which purports to “explore our era’s strange alchemy of technology, memory, and community.” The music component for orchestra, soloists, and chorus is by the Grammy-nominated Luna Pearl Woolf. —Matthew Gurewitsch