;«,¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨,«;
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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. ¨¨,«;†%#@#
##@#%†;«,¨ ¨,«;†%#@##
#@#%†;«,¨¨ † ¨¨,«;†%#@#
@#%†;«,¨¨¨ ¨¨¨,«;†%#@
#%†;«,¨¨¨¨ 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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