Too Much of the World

There were things the Rabbit could not filter easily.
Sound.
Touch.
Crowds.
Expectation.

Music while working became impossible.
It filled the space too completely.
There was no room left for thought.

Bare feet on sand felt like too many signals at once.
Each grain arriving as information.
Unsorted.
Unnecessary.
Overlapping.

Parties were difficult.
Large gatherings more so.
Not because of people.
But because of everything happening at once.

Public speaking was especially difficult.
Not just speaking.
But rehearsing exact lines.
Holding structure under attention.
Keeping thought aligned with delivery.

The Rabbit learned that some environments required more processing power than was available.
And when that happened, everything else became harder too.
Including speech.
Including presence.
Including calm.

Over time, the Rabbit stopped trying to force itself into every environment equally.
Not as a decision.
But as a pattern of avoidance and recovery.
Some spaces were simply more expensive than others.