These panoramas show the remains of MJ’s secret toy lair complete with C3-P0, Batman, and Darth Vader dolls along with some bikes, some Bruce Lee stuff, and a few lumpen Power Rangers.
This is the detritus of an overgrown kid with attention disorder. It jumps from cool thing to cool thing and even includes an arcade dedicated to games that died at the turn of the century.
While this is a pretty cool set-up, you wonder what was going through his mind. Maybe he genuinely liked arcade games. Did he go down there any play them, alone, the rattling of the joystick and the dull roar of the idling machines lulling him into a dream state where he wasn’t a man in an empty house but a kid spending a few quarters in a 1980s Seven-Eleven in Illinois, his mother waiting for him at home, his brothers and sisters coming home from school to homework and dinner and sleep?