SPACE ARCADE
Okay, so there are some arcades that could do with a mop, pail, and coat of paint. But the machines are just in from California, glowing with enamel and electronics. And the two feet too much my two feet take up in front of the console, well I’m just planning to stand on the space, I promise not to touch it.
SPACE ARCADE
Okay, so there are some arcades that could do with a mop, pail, and coat of paint. But the machines are just in from California, glowing with enamel and electronics. And the two feet too much my two feet take up in front of the console, well I’m just planning to stand on the space, I promise not to touch it.
Well, where do you expect to find these machines...in the lobby of an expensive hotel, in a corner at the supermarket, how about throwing out the books and using the public library? Just kidding. Anyway, arcades are arcades, part of a glorious tradition of amusement dating back to Arcadian rural simplicity. They’ve seen better times, some of them, but they were new once, and if people hadn’t stayed home watching cops on television for 25 years, they’d probably look a little less like their arches had fallen.