'I see him in the art theory section of Powell's Books and look away, surprised that I’m a little nervous. He’s holding a children’s storybook, and I wonder what his family is like, imagining he’s in rush to get home. I start to turn, but he catches my gaze. We hardly spoke over the weekend, but regularly found ourselves sitting next to each other at the social practice gathering his MFA students organized. We start talking; I ask him about his lecture and explain that I’m looking for books by Julie Ault and other community artists. He takes me to another aisle, and we chat easily. ...'