It is a day that I have decided to write anything. Although I do mean to say that exactly as I have said it, you may go ahead and assume that I did not mean to say it that way. You may assume this because I am a woman, and women do not think things through, in art or in the sentences they produce, they only come upon their creations accidentally and haphazardly and without incisiveness or adherence to or respect for the traditions and movements that precede them, they do not belong to any lineage except that of water- and children-bearers because they are women and are not therefore the great masters of incisiveness and intentionality and intellect that those godlike colossi called men are.