That’s what would have happened to your freezer bag if it hadn’t escaped. Sucked up and becalmed, slowly eddying around. The plastic ground into particles for the fish and zooplankton to eat. The diary and letters disintegrating, unread. But instead it got washed up on the beach below Jap Ranch, where you could find it . . .” “What are you saying?” Ruth asked. “Nothing. Just that it’s amazing, is all.” “As in the-universe-provides kind of amazing?”
