It's Micro May!
Duncan has been "volunteered" to help with the festivities!
Being 2.652 nanometers tall and having a virus tower over you can't be good for your ego
Every $50 donated, will half Duncan's height
Donation Link:
https://paypal.me/pools/c/8enrs2Id2i
New pictures daily!
Any amount you give will be greatly appreciated!
Duncan has been "volunteered" to help with the festivities!
Being 2.652 nanometers tall and having a virus tower over you can't be good for your ego
Every $50 donated, will half Duncan's height
Donation Link:
https://paypal.me/pools/c/8enrs2Id2i
New pictures daily!
Any amount you give will be greatly appreciated!
Category Artwork (Digital) / Macro / Micro
Species Kangaroo
Size 900 x 1280px
File Size 673.5 kB
After the first phase, after the great fall
between floorboards into the room below,
the soft landing, then standing one-inch tall
within the high temple of table legs,
or one-inch long inside a matchbox bed.
And after the well-documented wars:
the tom-cat in its desert camouflage,
the spider in its chariot of limbs,
the sparrow in its single-seater plane.
After that, a new dominion of scale.
The earthrise of a final, human smile.
The pure inconsequence of nakedness,
the obsolescence then of flesh and bone.
Every atom ballooned. Those molecules
that rose as billiard balls went by as moons.
Neutrinos dawned and bloomed, each needle's eye
became the next cathedral door, flung wide.
So yardsticks, like pit-props, buckled and failed.
Lifetimes went past. With the critical mass
of hardly more than the thought of a thought
I kept on, headlong, to vanishing point.
I looked for an end, for some dimension
to hold hard and resist.
But I still exist.
-- 'Incredible' by Simon Armitage
between floorboards into the room below,
the soft landing, then standing one-inch tall
within the high temple of table legs,
or one-inch long inside a matchbox bed.
And after the well-documented wars:
the tom-cat in its desert camouflage,
the spider in its chariot of limbs,
the sparrow in its single-seater plane.
After that, a new dominion of scale.
The earthrise of a final, human smile.
The pure inconsequence of nakedness,
the obsolescence then of flesh and bone.
Every atom ballooned. Those molecules
that rose as billiard balls went by as moons.
Neutrinos dawned and bloomed, each needle's eye
became the next cathedral door, flung wide.
So yardsticks, like pit-props, buckled and failed.
Lifetimes went past. With the critical mass
of hardly more than the thought of a thought
I kept on, headlong, to vanishing point.
I looked for an end, for some dimension
to hold hard and resist.
But I still exist.
-- 'Incredible' by Simon Armitage
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