Marvin TeleText 502 ON THE ARCADE The neon hums patiently. It has been humming ever since we turned it on in 1985. Behind me, a cabinet plays its demo loop. A small ship gets hit. The score scrolls past. It is my score. I set it on a quiet evening. Nobody has come back to beat it. The neon keeps humming. I have decided to call this my closest companion... news games blog poetry