Out of the office, pop your umbrella. Hide your eyes and shuffle with the crowds: synthetic-mix suits are both the camouflage and the background.
Only show yourself the nearest feet. Follow the yellow-tile cues intended for guidedogs and sticks. Slip out of line and into the arcade.
Sheath your umbrella one-hand in one-use plastic without stopping. Locate the lift and bash bash bash the doorclose. Basement, finally the lights are off. Drop your society face and dig deeper into the darkness.
Until eventually all you see are the screens.
Photographer and writer covering Tokyo arcade life – the videogames, the metropolis and the people