I like to think at night about the things that exist out there whether I or
anyone else believes in them. A giant squid thousands of feet down in icy
water, never been seen, his gaping eye taking in the stray photon that might
come its way. Probably he will never be seen by a human, his entire life, from
his fishy birth to his fishy death–all of it unwitnessed. I like to think of
the swoosh of the water as the squid moves about in the inky black. I believe in
the giant squid and his swooshy darkness.