¨¨##¨¨#¨#¨                                          ##¨##¨¨¨##
¨#¨#¨##¨#¨                                          ¨#¨¨#¨¨#¨#
¨#¨#¨¨#¨#¨                                          ¨#¨##¨##¨#
¨#¨#¨##¨#¨                                          ¨#¨¨#¨¨#¨#
¨#¨#¨¨#¨#¨                                          ¨#¨##¨##¨#
¨#¨#¨##¨#¨             & 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. ¨#¨##¨##¨#
¨#¨#¨##¨#¨                                          ¨#¨¨#¨¨#¨#
¨#¨#¨¨#¨#¨                                          ¨#¨##¨##¨#
¨#¨#¨##¨#¨                                          ¨#¨¨#¨¨#¨#
¨#¨#¨¨#¨#¨                                          ¨#¨##¨##¨#
¨#¨#¨##¨#¨                                          ¨#¨¨#¨¨#¨#
¨#¨#¨¨#¨#¨                                          ¨#¨##¨##¨#