Four voices. Voices from within and without one individual life. The heat is going out of me. Voices combining to evoke the tormented sense of a fragmented self. The heart is going out of me. Voices of a self ravaged. Clutching a fistful of sand. Ravaged by the loss of love. I crossed two rivers and wept by one. Brilliantly lyrical, passionately crafted, this searing portrait is a report from the deepest recesses of the mind, from a soul grappling for truth. Cheryl Faraone directs Sarah Kane's Crave, in repertory at the Potomac Theatre Project.