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Back some thirty years ago I sat down to my typewriter one day and wrote these words: “The Playroom.” Playroom where? The Past? No. The Present? Hardly. The Future? Yes! Well, then, what would a Playroom in some future year be like? I began typing, word associating around the room…

(Drunk, and in Charge of a Bicycle) (Ray Bradbury, Zen and the Art of Writing)