1.21.2026

A few days in a house I’ve come to know and think of as a second home, which would be accurate if I had a first home but who’s keeping track. Made a point to sit upright, to not hold screens in front of my face. Fed the rabbit who lives in the closet, twice a day. In the evenings he emerges, tentative, every time it’s his first time, he’ll only stay on the rugs and the padding, the hardwood floor represents some evolutionary challenge, repulses him. Sniffs around my ankles and chews on my sleeves. His teeth are sharp but he is soft and presents no immediate danger. It’s hanging out with a rabbit that makes me realize I really don’t have PTSD reactions anymore. I don’t love crowds or loud noises but that’s not atypical and I’ve been doing these deep dives into neurology, trying to understand why I am the way I am and not the way you are, or why you are the way you are and whether that makes us compatible as friends or doomed to intolerate one another. I don’t want to intolerate you.