&&¨¨&¨¨¨¨¨ ¨&&¨&¨¨¨&¨
¨&¨&&¨¨¨¨¨ &¨&&&¨¨&&&
&&&¨&¨¨¨¨& &&¨¨&¨&¨¨&
¨¨&&&¨¨¨&& ¨&¨&&&&¨&¨
¨&¨¨&¨¨&¨¨ &&&¨¨¨&&&¨
&&¨&&¨&&¨& % dream palace % ¨¨&¨¨&¨¨&¨
¨&&¨&&¨&&& , ----- ------ , ¨&&¨&&¨&&&
&¨&&¨&&¨¨& % ..... ...... % &¨&&¨&&¨¨&
&&¨&&¨&¨&& : ..... ...... : &&¨&&¨&¨&¨
¨&&¨&&&&¨¨ , ..... ...... , ¨&&¨&&&&&&
&¨&&¨¨¨&¨¨ , ..... ...... , &¨&&¨¨¨¨¨&
&&¨&¨¨&&¨& ¨ ..... ...... ¨ &&¨&¨¨¨¨&¨
¨&&&¨&¨&&& ¨&&&¨¨¨&&&
&¨¨&&&&¨¨¨ &¨¨&¨¨&¨¨&
&¨&¨¨¨&¨¨¨ not actually a palace. a cottage in the &¨&&¨&&¨&¨
&&&¨¨&&¨¨& woods (temperate climate, rains every &&¨&&¨&&&&
¨¨&¨&¨&¨&¨ other day, springs and streams and ¨&&¨&&¨¨¨¨
¨&&&&&&&&¨ mysterious iron and stone artifacts, &¨&&¨&¨¨¨¨
&¨¨¨¨¨¨¨&¨ birdland-ish eternal spring (late &&¨&&&¨¨¨¨
&¨¨¨¨¨¨&&& spring)) ¨&&¨¨&¨¨¨&
&¨¨¨¨¨&¨¨& &¨&¨&&¨¨&¨
&¨¨¨¨&&¨&¨ « &&&&¨&¨&&&
&¨¨¨&¨&&&¨ ¨¨¨&&&&¨¨¨
&¨¨&&&¨¨&¨ i wake up every morning at six am. it's ¨¨&¨¨¨&¨¨&
&¨&¨¨&¨&&¨ dark, and the stars are out, but the ¨&&¨¨&&¨&¨
&&&¨&&&¨&¨ sun is about to rise. its a long day, &¨&¨&¨&&&&
¨¨&&¨¨&&&¨ before it fades to night again, and &&&&&&¨¨¨¨
¨&¨&¨&¨¨&¨ then it stays so until i fall asleep. ¨¨¨¨¨&¨¨¨¨
&&&&&&¨&&& it doesn't rise unless i've had my ¨¨¨¨&&¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨&&¨¨& dreams. ¨¨¨&¨&¨¨¨&
¨¨¨¨&¨&¨&¨ ¨¨&&&&¨¨&&
¨¨¨&&&&&&¨ % ¨&¨¨¨&¨&¨&
¨¨&¨¨¨¨¨&¨ &&¨¨&&&&&&
¨&&¨¨¨¨&&¨ in this cottage there's a lot of radio ¨&¨&¨¨¨¨¨&
&¨&¨¨¨&¨&& equipment, sound stuff, synths, tape &&&&¨¨¨¨&&
&&&¨¨&&&¨& players. pen and paper, books, cameras, ¨¨¨&¨¨¨&¨¨
¨¨&¨&¨¨&&& mirrors, prisms, and various things to ¨¨&&¨¨&&¨&
¨&&&&¨&¨¨¨ do art with. the fridge is filled with ¨&¨&¨&¨&&&
&¨¨¨&&&¨¨¨ differet foods, all of them intriguing, &&&&&&&¨¨&
&¨¨&¨¨&¨¨¨ slightly weird. ¨¨¨¨¨¨&¨&¨
&¨&&¨&&¨¨¨ ¨¨¨¨¨&&&&&
&&¨&&¨&¨¨¨ & ¨¨¨¨&¨¨¨¨¨
¨&&¨&&&¨¨& ¨¨¨&&¨¨¨¨&
&¨&&¨¨&¨&& i have friends - there's a cat, and a ¨¨&¨&¨¨¨&&
&&¨&¨&&&¨¨ dog (who is ridicolously large and ¨&&&&¨¨&¨¨
¨&&&&¨¨&¨& wants to be the big spoon). i listen to &¨¨¨&¨&&¨&
&¨¨¨&¨&&&& the shortwave radio, and transmit a bit &¨¨&&&¨&&&
&¨¨&&&¨¨¨& myself, songs and poetry, and found &¨&¨¨&&¨¨¨
&¨&¨¨&¨¨&¨ sounds from the forest. the others tell &&&¨&¨&¨¨&
&&&¨&&¨&&¨ of their lives, play the guitar for me, ¨¨&&&&&¨&¨
¨¨&&¨&&¨&¨ and tell tales of the old world. i ¨&¨¨¨¨&&&&
¨&¨&&¨&&&¨ consider them friends as well. &&¨¨¨&¨¨¨&
&&&¨&&¨¨&¨ ¨&¨¨&&¨¨&&
¨¨&&¨&¨&&¨ ¶ &&¨&¨&¨&¨¨
¨&¨&&&&¨&¨ ¨&&&&&&&¨¨
&&&¨¨¨&&&¨ most importantly, there's a two square &¨¨¨¨¨¨&¨¨
¨¨&¨¨&¨¨&& meter area on the floor where i can &¨¨¨¨¨&&¨&
¨&&¨&&¨&¨& "save" things. whatever i put in here &¨¨¨¨&¨&&&
&¨&&¨&&&&& will not be affected by the nightly &¨¨¨&&&¨¨&
&&¨&&¨¨¨¨¨ reset. everything else, however, is &¨¨&¨¨&¨&¨
¨&&¨&¨¨¨¨¨ completely reset overnight: synth &¨&&¨&&&&&
&¨&&&¨¨¨¨¨ patches removed, food uneaten, wounds &&¨&&¨¨¨¨&
&&¨¨&¨¨¨¨¨ healed, and wherever and whenever i'd ¨&&¨&¨¨¨&¨
¨&¨&&¨¨¨¨¨ fall asleep i'd always wake up fully &¨&&&¨¨&&&
&&&¨&¨¨¨¨& rested in my bed. sometimes there's &&¨¨&¨&¨¨&
¨¨&&&¨¨¨&& accidents where i lose stuff by ¨&¨&&&&¨&¨
¨&¨¨&¨¨&¨¨ forgetting to put them in the square. &&&¨¨¨&&&¨
&&¨&&¨&&¨& ¨¨&¨¨&¨¨&¨
¨&&¨&&¨&&& ¨ ¨&&¨&&¨&&&
&¨&&¨&&¨¨& &¨&&¨&&¨¨&
&&¨&&¨&¨&& at night, i have demi-lucid dreams &&¨&&¨&¨&¨
¨&&¨&&&&¨¨ where the spirits of the forest around ¨&&¨&&&&&&
&¨&&¨¨¨&¨¨ the cottage tries to communicate. here, &¨&&¨¨¨¨¨&
&&¨&¨¨&&¨& it's not endless but connected to a &&¨&¨¨¨¨&¨
¨&&&¨&¨&&& large sprawling city, where my radio ¨&&&¨¨¨&&&
&¨¨&&&&¨¨¨ friends live. we go exploring together &¨¨&¨¨&¨¨&
&¨&¨¨¨&¨¨¨ - things are deep and dark - but unlike &¨&&¨&&¨&¨
&&&¨¨&&¨¨& me, they never remember during the day. &&¨&&¨&&&&
¨¨&¨&¨&¨&¨ this is a mystery we often discuss. ¨&&¨&&¨¨¨¨
¨&&&&&&&&¨ &¨&&¨&¨¨¨¨
&¨¨¨¨¨¨¨&¨ &&¨&&&¨¨¨¨
&¨¨¨¨¨¨&&& ¨&&¨¨&¨¨¨&
&¨¨¨¨¨&¨¨& &¨&¨&&¨¨&¨
&¨¨¨¨&&¨&¨ &&&&¨&¨&&&
&¨¨¨&¨&&&¨ ¨¨¨&&&&¨¨¨