WHEN I heard Ray Bradbury had died, my mind flooded with images. They’d been in hibernation since the time when I read his short stories as a child. Still beautiful, haunting, frightening. there was the Illustrated Man, his body covered with tattoos that came to life and told their own stories. there was a carnival, [...]
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