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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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#¨#¨¨#¨#¨#                                          #¨##¨#¨¨#¨