#¨¨#¨##¨¨#                                          ¨¨#¨#¨¨#¨#
#¨##¨¨#¨#¨                                          ¨##¨#¨##¨¨
#¨¨#¨##¨#¨                                          #¨#¨#¨¨#¨#
#¨##¨¨#¨#¨                                          #¨#¨#¨##¨¨
#¨¨#¨##¨#¨                                          #¨#¨#¨¨#¨#
#¨##¨¨#¨#¨             § 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. #¨#¨#¨¨#¨#
#¨##¨¨#¨#¨                                          #¨#¨#¨##¨¨
#¨¨#¨##¨#¨                                          #¨#¨#¨¨#¨#
#¨##¨¨#¨#¨                                          #¨#¨#¨##¨¨
#¨¨#¨##¨#¨                                          #¨#¨#¨¨#¨#
#¨##¨¨#¨#¨                                          #¨#¨#¨##¨¨
#¨¨#¨##¨#¨                                          #¨#¨#¨¨#¨#