I was a strange kid. Who knows where our fears come from? What I do know is Godzilla is somewhere near the core of one of my weirder fascinations. When I was four, I watched Godzilla vs. King Kong on TV with my father. It made a mark.

One part megalophobia, one part awesome nature, one part primal terror, the image of a towering monster moving with purpose—in a context where human efforts were irrelevant—left in me a dreadful thrill. A fascination with the moments, the exact circumstances, where human hopes and ingenuity are rendered to soot by the forces of nature.

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