Living with Legends

Sad news.  It appears that yet another of the Chelsea’s tormented creative souls has shed its mortal coil.  Yes, that’s a skeleton on the roof of the Synagogue next to the hotel.  Judging by its advanced state of decomposition I would say that the owner of the corpse must have jumped – or been pushed – from one of the upper levels of the fire escape months ago.  Though its strange that no one would have seen – or smelled – the putrefying remains until now, this can perhaps be accounted for by the thawing of the winter’s frost.  On the other hand, then the body wouldn’t have rotted so fully.  A truly puzzling case.  Call in Hercule Poirot.  Equally mysterious is the fact that the skeleton appears to lack a skull.  Perhaps the body was decapitated by the chain-link fence and the head bounced in somebody’s window – and under their bed, where their cat feasted on it for weeks.

Are there any bohemians unaccounted for? — Ed Hamilton