Akiba Slice
Akihabara out the back door of Taito Hey. People and electronics and karaoke and trains in a pile.
The high-pitched botlike bellow of a maid café crier staccato screeching shoptop in her prim-trimmed pinny. A siren to otaku, adrift, listing on long days.
A few prongs of sinking sunlight finding narrow gaps.
The games keep going.
Roland
Photographer and writer covering Tokyo arcade life – the videogames, the metropolis and the people
