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§¨§¨§¨§¨§¨ $ dream palace $ ¨§¨§¨§¨§¨§
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§¨§¨§¨§¨§¨ 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)) ¨§¨§¨§¨§¨§
§¨§¨§¨§¨§¨ ¨§¨§¨§¨§¨¨
§¨§¨§¨§¨§¨ = ¨§¨§¨§¨§¨§
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§¨§¨§¨§¨§¨ 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. ¨§¨§¨§¨§¨§
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§¨§¨§¨§¨§¨ 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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