Seeing the delight in her eyes as
she gazed at her nails, and listening to her singing softly under her breath, «I'm so lucky, I'm so lucky!»
«The beat - up, bandaged head with the big sad eye
gazing uphill; the boards with
nails pounded into them; the empty shoes; the man smoking in bed, staring
at the ceiling: these images exude that sense of futility that almost all artists must periodically endure.