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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. ¤&*†--¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨--†*&¤# #¤&*†--¨¨¨
¨¨--†*&¤## ##¤&*†--¨¨
¨--†*&¤### ###¤&*†--¨
¨¨--†*&¤## ##¤&*†--¨¨
¨¨¨--†*&¤# #¤&*†--¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨--†*&¤ ¤&*†--¨¨¨¨