Paper Trail

I pass this lady every few days.  She just walks up and down old street with gigantic headphones  and a stack of paper.  As she walks she quietly talks to herself, tears a small piece of the paper and throws it into the wind.  

I find her completely fascinating.  
I want to know what she's whispering, what she's listening to and what the papers say.  I can't investigate any further though, as she really doesn't like that I notice her. She gives me this 'I'm not the crazy one here' look (but I guess she's kind of right to, seeing as how I'm the one who has now taken a picture of her from the upstairs of a bus.)