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when a friend of my dad’s dumped an intellivision and box of games at our house so he had more space to devote to slot car racing in the back rooms of bowling alleys,
Microsurgeon was the most beautifully obscurantist object, impenetrable even in what it was representing, but true – the body as an unknowable game whose sharp symbols have meaning and function, but are hopelessly complex and obscure without some lost manual
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