I go to an art show. There’s lots of interesting stuff there. Not stuff I would normally be attracted to visually, but very interesting–it draws me in. I see my friend Cody near the back. Her art is there-not her zine stuff, but her art art. It looks really good. I tell her so. She proceeds to talk herself down. I keep telling her: No, it’s really cool–i know about this stuff, years of art school and all. I’m surprised by how aggressive I’m being about the whole thing. She doesn’t believe me anyway. We walk over to another area and I sit on the edge of a high-back comfy chair. We continue talking about art. I feel a little something behind me–it’s a young badger. I stand up–i don’t want to bother it, want to give it proper space. There are actually two of them on the chair. I am standing by awkwardly, even though i would really like to get to know the badgers, meanwhile she’s begun playing with one of them. She is playing with the one who wasn’t touching me. The badger seems fine with the playing. It’s a wonder that she is so hard on herself about her art, yet she can be so free and easy going with the badgers.