,,--=^^^&£ £&^^^=--,,
,-=:^&&&£@ @£&&&^:=-,
,----::&£@ @£&::----,
,-=:^&&££@ @££&&^:=-,
,,--::^&&£ £&&^::--,,
,-=:^&££@# & 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. #@££&^:=-,
,-=:^&££@# #@££&^:=-,
,,,,-:&&&£ £&&&:-,,,,
,-=:^&££@# #@££&^:=-,
,,,,-:^^£@ @£^^:-,,,,
,,,,-=^&&£ £&&^=-,,,,
,-=:^&££@# #@££&^:=-,