This shark, my personal shark, is so enormous that it doesn’t bite me in half. Getting eaten by this shark is frictionless, even harmless. It’s an eclipse in fast motion, darkness and water engulfed by vastness and silence. It’s not a shark at all, it’s the apocalypse. I see the sky and the waves, and Megalos looking down, and then I see a blurred line like the edge of one of those cheap wipe effects in consumer video software, coming down across the world.