Final October, Phil Arrington precariously balanced a dream on the cargo mattress of his 2002 Ford Ranger pickup. It was a silly dream, however it didn’t need to die on a dolly behind a beige warehouse.
Arrington was hunched over the dolly, gold chain dangling over a decent grey tee. Between his arms, leaned at a 45-degree angle, was a online game arcade machine; its title, MUSECA, may very well be glimpsed over his shoulder. The machine had come a great distance—from an arcade in Tokyo to an nameless warehouse in Osaka after which, after an extended wait on a container ship outdoors Lengthy Seashore, California, to Arrington’s warehouse in San Pedro. Arrington effortfully wheeled the 6-foot-tall cupboard towards the pickup’s hatch. On the concrete three toes beneath lay a skinny, blue blanket. Close by, a cellphone was recording.
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