I'm a unicorn drawing away in art class, feeling more naked than the model...

This wasn't a dream, but how I felt in my first real life-drawing class. I'd been dreaming of meeting unicorns, and occasionally being unicorns; I felt out of place in a suburban college. I turned in digital dream-paintings as homework. When I showed my work, my classmates just said "computers are soulless and evil." Oh, and I was silently in love with my classmate Robin...

(If the fine print's unreadable on your screen, try this enlargement--the same file, just displayed bigger.)

I felt like I wore a mask in that class--like the ink I drew with was my blood. Hard, hard, hard.

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