cs Hélène Cixous, you have often described your work as a journey or wandering [cheminement] — a journey that has taken you from “the unconscious stage” — that is, from personal and internal texts — to “the History stage”, or the major plays you wrote for the Théâtre du Soleil. These wanderings take you towards the Other, towards others, be they your historical contemporaries, or, in the exploration of the “I”, those others of the I itself. And within that journey lies another that tells the story of the quest of someone making her way in the dark, with her eyes closed, towards the light, in her joys, her suffering, her contradictions, her crimes too. You take great risks along the way, entering territory where you don't know what you'll find. And yet, how can one communicate what is, by definition, outside the field of vision, of naming, of representation? How can one convey this darkness, transmit the untransmissable, the as-yet unknown, or what is likely to go unseen?

cixous A humble word like “wandering” really is the right way to put it, since humble is what is close to the earth — humus — and bespeaks the humility of writing.