I thought this one was interesting, if a little underdeveloped. It resonated with two horror classics: Perkins-Gilman's "The Yellow Wallpaper" (mentally ill women projecting her identity problems onto the walls around her) and a pivotal scene in Jackson's THE HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE ("HELP ELEANOR COME HOME", natch). What I liked was that the story didn't proceed in an expected direction - what I mean is that the protagonist's boyfriend was not some domineering thug who was trying to crush her identity (which would have made the point a little too "on the nose") or even unconsciously grinding her identity away due to adhering to older stereoitypes of male/female relations (less "on the nose" but still a bit textbook). Instead, as he really seems to care about her and wants her to recover from her pre-story "problems", we're left wondering if this is all mental illness or wrong place/wrong time coincidence involving a supernatural manifestation, or what...which I actually kinda liked. Still, I thought the reading on the very end of the story could have punched that last line - was it (paraphrasing from memory) "...her name began to form" or "a name began to form"? Interesting story.
Thanks for listening.
“I discovered that I am tired of being a person. Not just tired of being the person I was, but any person at all.”
Susan Song, “The Dummy”