Godzilla and Godzilla Raids Again

by Shigeru Kayama

“Your forehead is covered in oily sweat, like you’re upset or something.”

Some of you readers probably know how weird and unsettling it can be when terrified people are running around in a panic as sirens wail overhead, high and low, their trailing notes reverberating across the landscape . . . The continuous, drawn-out sounds of the sirens coming from every direction sounded like sobbing.

Those of you readers who live in Tokyo know this already, but express trains leaving Yokohama do not stop at all the stations along the way.

There’s an expression in Japanese, “When the demons are away, that’s when the washing gets done.”