The Chelsea Dilemma: An Investigation into a Forgotten Citizen
There has to be something called reality in order for us to come to its rescue. – Jean-Luc Godard
Mario Fattori is downtown. Paper cup of coffee. Dead Visa Card. What to do?
It is late and he needs a room. But the Chelsea Hotel is as closed to him as the mouths of the desk clerks in the lobby. Outside the neon has crapped out in the cold January winds : the sign above the entrance reads ‘ho…chel…’ A few residents snigger by and into the elevator, shouting the new abbreviation to the boys behind the counter. Their voices cut back and forth through Mario, jovial and jabbing.
Some coffee sloshes over his ﬁngers as he tries to explain his situation again. A waste of time, a waste of coffee, he thinks. They forget him; they want to forget him. Why?