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¨~-^%¤@#@# #@#@¤%^-~¨
¨~-^%¤@#@# #@#@¤%^-~¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨-^%@ @%^-¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨---%@ @%---¨¨¨¨¨
¨~-^%¤#@## ¤ 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. ###@¤%^-~¨
¨¨¨¨¨~-%@@ @@%-~¨¨¨¨¨
¨~-^%¤@#@# #@#@¤%^-~¨
¨~-^%¤@#@# #@#@¤%^-~¨
¨~-^%¤@#@# #@#@¤%^-~¨
¨~-^%¤@### ###@¤%^-~¨
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