Dear Mothra,

Today I snuck up on a group of people waiting for a morning bus. They had no idea I was standing behind them, as tall as the office building that was nearly touching my shoulder. I could even hear their conversation. When my shadow fell on them, one of them said something about clouds, and regretting leaving his umbrella at home. I realized I could vaporize all of them, but one of them coughed and another sneezed and somebody said "gesundheit" in a gentle voice, and for a moment I thought she had said my name. And I was filled with a ridiculous compassion. Then I saw my reflection in one of the upper story office windows, and realized my face when it is feeling compassion looks exactly like my face when it is feeling the desire to reduce Tokyo to matchsticks. Then a secretary pulled a chair up to a computer at the window, saw me, and screamed. She put her hands over her ears like earmuffs while she was screaming. If that isn't an image of the human soul I don't know what is. That began the usual rampage. But still. I liked that bus stop feeling.