Living in the world of my pal, Macro, opens up a whole new set of possibilities. Clearly, less gravity would be awesome. Flying around on flower petals like you were Aladdin himself … but be careful of the birds. Setting up home in the pollen-laced walls of a bud with stamens to climb and harvest. Traveling the dark caverns of an abandoned anthill with nothing more than the light from your cigarette ash torch to guide you. Yeah, I’d vacation my mind in that world. Just me and my pal, Macro.