XeyeX

Xtrees

Xone

my letter

X is sly, crossed over itself, hiding what's underneath, denying what's underneath.

And what's underneath is always something by someone else.

There is no essential core to X: it is always placed on top of that something else.

Even the X of X-ray: it is all about seeing through a surface, into something else.

Once more...

Each new semester, a new attempt to blog. Each new semester, a reminder of the hard finitude of time. We'll see how far this goes. I'll be keeping up with all (well, most of...) the assignments for English 328.