He was back in the water, not braving but frowning, synchronized swimming, not swimming but sinking, toward the god squid he knew was there, lenticular fleshscape and the moon-sized eye that he never saw but knew, as if the core of the fucking planet was not searing metal but mollusc, as if what we fall toward when we fall, what the apple was heading for when Newton's head got in the way, was kraken.

Kraken