MY PEOPLE. I am sorry. I have been slacking. Let the tears dry upon your cheeks, sweet readers. Here, for your faces, are more exceedingly tiny things.
Quality, not quantity, dear readers.
Not all things in the world are small or younger than us, dear Watson. Not all things.
Much sad. Very cry.
Because I love you, my people, I have spent hours ruminating on how to bring more joy into your lives. On my phone, I have a small lens, ripped from the bowels of a hapless pet store laser pointer (may it rest in peace). With this lens, I am able to take pictures of exceedinglyContinue reading “A Compendium of Exceedingly Tiny Things”