Once I had a scaly patch of skin on my thigh that was either contact dermatitis, eczema, psoriasis, or the physical manifestation of my inability to properly assess situations that involve confronting non-venomous snakes in the wild. It itched really bad. And it grew, slowly but clearly, spiraling out across my leg, reminding me of that swirling mass of plastic debris in the middle of the ocean. I think about that flat tornado of ocean garbage all the time.

Megan Thompson
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