I love seeing these bell-and-basket city bikes parked at this strip-mall Sega. Despite being specifically located for car access – drivable by an economically viable catchment of residential suburbs – for someone, this is the local arcade.
Out-of-town Sega. Out-of-everything out here, disconnected.
Tokyo arcades had been waiting for me since my schooldays. They sent me loveletters tucked into 90s gaming mags and little video missives on Games Master. They promised to save themselves for me. Finally, years later, I got on the plane.
