,~~†^&&££@ @££&&^†~~,
,,,~††^&£@ @£&^††~,,,
,,,~††&&&@ @&&&††~,,,
,~~~~††^^& &^^††~~~~,
,,,,~††&&& &&&††~,,,,
,,,,~†^&££ & 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. £&&†~,,,,,
,,,,,~^&&£ £&&^~,,,,,
,~~†^&&£@# #@£&&^†~~,
,~~†^&&£@# #@£&&^†~~,
,~~~†^^&&& &&&^^†~~~,
,,,~~†&&££ ££&&†~~,,,
,~~†^&&£££ £££&&^†~~,