As I slowly awake from my nap, I find myself in the dim glow of my cluttered room, my hand still clutching the well-worn controller for my Nintendo 64. The unmistakable silhouette of Mario stands idle on the screen, frozen amidst the vibrant, pixelated world of Super Mario 64 displayed on the old CRT television. The air is tinged with the lingering aroma of yesterday's fast food, wrappers scattered haphazardly among the chaotic jumble of posters and magazines sprawled across the floor. Through the slightly open window, the sprawling skyline of a city that echoes the bustling energy of Tokyo looms, its neon signs and distant murmur of life creating a surreal backdrop to my teenage haven.