Zoom 100 X →

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.

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. zoom 100 x

At 50x, the sugar grain beside it is no longer sweet but a crystal mountain, sharp enough to cut the idea of morning. Zoom 100 x: You learn that the small things are not small

At 100x — the fly’s leg hair trembles like a forest before wind. A mote of dust is a boulder. The rim of the cup is a cliff. And somewhere in that alien geography, the fly cleans its face with hands too delicate for anything but survival. You are just not yet close enough

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.