The raw hollow vocal of an American freedom song tells us this lone woman seeks liberty in What I want you to know is… by Jemima Hoadley. Expressing words she cannot say she signs the lyrics. The song ends. Fully silhouetted, she is now steered by rip and tear sound effects. A double bass jazz-line, interspersed with the chill of a haunting winter breeze hypnotically unravels her humanity. Confined by the compulsion of an obsessive, her consciousness streams. She reveals herself as every woman, and perhaps every man, finding only momentary composure. Finally, stuck at base level, she concludes with the relentless monotony of repetition. Intriguing!