X college, the ruin of historical forces, stands against the no-ledge that knowledge is bureaucracy. Forever extensible... And, although we offer nothing, we permit collapse. Our difference is perceptual -- where we find the academy in ruins X college finds its walls still standing.

The future is nothing more than fiction, lies offered in consolation of catastrophe. The Nikkista offers no support because they haven't the strength. They wish for something (nothing) new, hoping to build upon their weakness - an expression of an opposite strength - to merge with X college. To expand its market - diversify. Force it to adapt. Now there is no-ledge - always now - an expression of their sneaking opposition - erasing time, the line that places canons on one side and cannons on the other. Showered by this rubble. Now and always, forever into the future we have always looked back. Over our shoulders...

Digging through the strata, through the strategies that have lead to this, back in time, as an attempt to manipulate the time it takes to build institutions, scouring the rubble for the cornerstone, the small idea that expands from there, to rebuild it, to remodel, to swell with the appropriated charade of institutions. We are tired of serious play. It's time to lance history and let its contents run into the gutters, spilling over and flooding the streets with the same old new stories...

We believe in a College of One that stands inside and out of the University, never hidden behind its marble walls, remaining in full view of the Universe. A College of One that stands as the largest reasonable Institution, resisting the incorporation of knowledge into no-ledge... With reason remaining the smallest institution of the Universe... A. From here, we open into the next, strolling through the classical -- the ruins of the now.