But what happens when that physical space disappears? What happens when the mall closes, the power is cut, and the last CRT monitor flickers into darkness?
There is a specific frequency of sound that hits you the moment you step through the glass doors of a 1980s arcade. It is a chaotic symphony of synthesized explosions, digitized voice samples (" Finish Him! "), the rhythmic thwack-thwack of a trackball, and the sticky carpet squelch of spilled soda. For those of us who grew up clutching rolls of quarters, that sound is the sound of home. arcadrome
The Arcadrome is a rebellion against that utility. But what happens when that physical space disappears