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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)) #¨##¨¨¨###
#¨¨¨###¨¨¨ ¨¨###¨¨#¨#
##¨¨#¨##¨¨ ~ ¨¨#¨##¨¨¨#
¨##¨¨¨###¨ ¨¨¨¨###¨¨#
¨###¨¨#¨## 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. ¨¨¨¨¨¨###¨
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#¨¨#¨##¨¨¨ £ ¨#¨¨¨¨¨¨##
##¨¨¨###¨¨ ¨¨#¨¨¨¨¨#¨
###¨¨#¨##¨ 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. #¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨#
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¨¨¨#¨¨¨¨#¨ 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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