For a moment, one of Dissidia Final Fantasy’s little lambs is forced to take a break.
Deprived of a machine – crowded off his mother’s teat.
He has a rare look around, like a trough-fed pig lifting his head from the feed. He ruminates on the unenthused rumps of his lined-up friends and realises they are dumb beasts – all of them! – staring at a barn wall.
It’s the moment when one of the chickens notices the size of the coop.
Of course the person collecting the coins isn’t even there. They don’t need to get their hands dirty, just slosh away the earnings later in fast-filled pails.
Do they play the games too, those cash farmers? Of course not. Cows don’t build milking machines.
Photographer and writer covering Tokyo arcade life – the videogames, the metropolis and the people