I kept thinking: what I have just written didn't come from me. *I* could write a thesis, but the texts I wrote were never mine. For a long time I lived in a state of serious uncertainty - sometimes I even told myself I shouldn't sign my name. Or else I felt great uneasiness when people talked to me about the texts "I" had written. They think it is me, but I only copy the other, it is dictated; and I don't know who the other is. In the same way that we don't govern our dreams, although I knew it was "the other" who arrived, I was never sure that "the other" would arrive.
Hélène Cixous, Three Steps on the Ladder of Writing
















