I Cannot Name
“The birds sang passionate songs addressed to one ear only and then stopped.”
Virginia Woolf – The Waves
Three women. All different. Connected only by the intensity of their wildly dissimilar desires. Unrequited love for an aloof, narcissistic older woman . . . an obsession with a partner’s former lover, intense enough to verge into the erotic . . . a yearning to bear a child, to create a companion and break out of a painful seclusion. Through their letters, their voices join each other across time, in an attempt to give name to their desires.