Rationally I Have No Hope, Irrationally I

Oh It Gets So Lonely When You're Walking And The Streets Are Full Of Strangers

My Husband Had An Education. He Had A Degree In Literature. I Married Into A Camp Of Literary Types.

People Used To Say Nobody Can Sing My Songs But Me, They're Too Personal.

I Try Not To Steal From Myself, But The Modalities Create Similarities.

In A Pure Anonymous Encounter You Find A World Alive And Full Of Character. In New York, The Street Adventures Are Incredible. There Are A Thousand Stories In A Single Block. You See The Stories In People's Faces. You Hear The Songs Immediately. Here, In Los Angeles, There Are Fewer Characters Because They Are All Inside Automobiles.