Sublime

Nao claimed to have written it just for her, and while Ruth knew this was absurd, she decided she would go along with the conceit.

Maybe she changed her mind or something.”

There was nothing there. No hands, no face, no eyes, no glasses, no Ruth at all. Nothing but a vast and empty ruthlessness.

every single one of those moments provides an opportunity to

a triumph of the small, seemingly trivial fragments that make up who we are.

I felt a sense of calm, knowing that all these creatures had lived and died before me, leaving almost no trace.

that minuscule movement of my hand through space will determine the fates of all the Japanese soldiers and citizens that these same Americans (enemies, whose lives I save) may live to kill. And so on and so on, until you could even say that the very outcome of this war will be decided by a moment and a millimeter, representing the outward manifesta

What happens in the end?

That’s what would have happened to your freezer bag if it hadn’t escaped.