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0x3A88···50f2Contrary to most, my relationship with the arcade is not positive. What for most was a place of solitude and comfort unfortunately for me was yet another place of bullying and fear. Growing up, there was only one arcade in town and it sat next to my local high school. When I was old enough to go on my own and I walked in, the familiar ding of the machines and the clickety-clack of buttons overwhelmed me. I had finally discovered somewhere I belonged; a place I had been searching for. And yet, I quickly learned that these were not my people, this was not my place. I was looked at with disdain, left alone in silence. Here I thought a group of people who were typically made fun of would be accepting but that was not the case. I played one game of Arkanoid and left with my head down, never to return. I have looked upon arcades and games with a sense of longing ever since. This artwork speaks to me because it represents the arcade I have been playing in my entire adult life, the one I created in my head, the one that is truly mine.