In January of 2018 my brain attached itself to rabbits and I decidedto let it. Not only to let it, but to take up residence in the part of myselfthat needed to do so and stay a while, redecorate. I treated every rabbitinstance as if it were an omen, as if every mention of the word on a televisionshow, every stuffed animal, every pair of rabbit ears in every CVSaisle in early Spring were indescribably important, and it was my missionto figure out why. So I made spaces for rabbits, rearranged them, foundways to pin them down and hunted for meaning. What were they trying totell me, and in how many ways?Let’s make this I know rabbits mean nothing. Still, I lost—orgave—a year to them. Rabbit Rabbit Rabbit is a conceptual project, theproduct of being led to stay still, recognize my own preoccupation withpreoccupation, analyze it—not just as a mental state, but as a state of personalexistence. By collecting all of my rabbit moments, building altars tosome and all but ignoring others, I have created and recreated translationsin many forms and media. I have traveled nowhere but have mademany paths to get back.