It’s gone now, destroyed by bulldozers in the early days of January, 2015. In its place now stands a garish modern monstrosity of a house. But Ray Bradbury’s home of more than 50 years, and his storied basement office, will never be forgotten. He wrote a good many of his second-half of the 20th century masterworks in his basement laboratory, including sections of Something Wicked This Way Comes. 

I spent incalculable amounts of time in this basement, poring over files, reading unpublished story starts, leafing through old photographs and documents, discovering all manner of Bradburyana. This picture gives you a pretty good glimpse of the chaotic land of metaphors Bradbury intentionally created in order to surround himself with endless inspiration.