Sit in the dark and match threes on your own. Screen so bright you’re blinded to everything else.
Like you fell asleep craning and twisting into your Game Boy in uneasy peace with the glare of your desklamp.
Like you caught unnoticed chills in the draft of the window on 200 lines and wrung hard knots into your neck and shoulders.
Like you fell asleep to the Russian vibes and feverdreamt you were inside a hypercolor Tetriverse, the blocks sprayed onto your retinas from a massive CRT and the sounds roared a thousand times on top of one another in a larval nest of other wrigglers doing the same.
This is where you were in your mind as a GameBoy kid – when you got the desklamp just right.
Photographer and writer covering Tokyo arcade life – the videogames, the metropolis and the people