Here’s a short piece titled : The lens breathes in. At 1x, the world is polite—a cup on a table, a fly on the rim, the ordinary lie of stillness.
At 10x, the fly becomes a cathedral of bristles and compound eyes, each facet a screen showing me my own reflection, fractured a hundred times.
Zoom 100 x: You learn that the small things are not small. They are simply far away in scale. And you — you are not large. You are just not yet close enough.
