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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))                 ¨@¨@@¨@¨@¨
¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@                                          ¨@¨¨@¨@¨@¨
@@¨@¨@¨@¨@                     ~                    ¨@¨@@¨@¨@¨
¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@                                          ¨@¨¨@¨@¨@¨
@@¨@¨@¨@¨@ 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.             ¨@¨@@¨@¨@¨
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@@¨@¨@¨@¨@                    @                     ¨@¨@@¨@¨@¨
¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@                                          ¨@¨¨@¨@¨@¨
@@¨@¨@¨@¨@ 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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@@¨@¨@¨@¨@                    £                     ¨@¨@@¨@¨@¨
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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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¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@                     ¨                    ¨@¨¨@¨@¨@¨
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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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