Somewhere in Florida, a very big alligator is too large for this world. In his slow amble across the plains of America's golf courses, there is regret. He is a primordial beast in a manicured land. He is a creature of the dank swamp, who now must wander the smooth tundra of fresh grass and small, jaunty piles of sand. What use is he to this modern time? He is an outsider, a forlorn cowboy reptile without a frontier. He marches in desolation, in mourning of the earth of yore, which was filled with gargantuan beasts such as he. Alas: Now he is the only monster left in this world. He is an alligator that is just too big.
Or maybe, as the videographer Charles Helms proposed, this alligator is two humans in a reptile suit on their way to a party. Visual trickery abounds in this time; we would all be wise to remember that.
