Bright lights in Tokyo simmer in the humidity and diffuse gently through the sultry air. In this way, competing multicolours and flashing bulbs seem somehow peaceful. They say “Come on in… chill out… GAME.”
Arcade pilgrims to Japan expect Disneyland: a grand culmination of a ceremonial journey. But while the Magic Kingdom gates are marked by fronds of palm, the line between Arcade and notArcade is so fine it disappears.