I read this about 15-20 years ago. I suppose it was in some collection, but I don’t really remember. It might well be much older.
In this story, if I remember correctly, all living things are humanoid. But they vary in size in a “fractal” way.
Each humanoid lives in a cubicle, which contains one much smaller cubicle (or just possibly several ones - but I believe just one) inhabited by a smaller version of himself. Crumbs, leftovers from his meal are food enough for the “tenant” (or "tenants" - but as I wrote above, probably just one).
Conversely, his own cubicle (only that one or just possibly several) is contained in the cubicle of a much larger version of himself, and he gets his meal from the leftovers of his “landlord”.
Creatures of different sizes can, and do, communicate, but only if they are at most “one size apart” - and again, probably just with their "landlord" and their only "tenant"
This goes up and down indefinitely, there is no indication of the existence of a largest level, nor of a smallest one either.
I remember very few details. Just something, that looks rather illogical : something said about "art", for the "large sizes" involving hugeness as an artistic criterion, which was not true for "smaller sizes". But though I believe that the word hugeness was the exact term for the artistic criterion, I am not 100% sure.
It is illogical because in a fractal situation like that, every size is at the same time much larger and much smaller than other sizes.