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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)) §§¨§¨§§¨¨¨
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§§¨§¨§§¨¨¨ §¨¨§¨¨§§¨¨
¨§§§§¨§¨¨§ 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. §§¨§§¨§¨¨§
§¨§¨¨¨§§¨¨ ¨§§¨§§§¨§§
§§§¨¨§¨§¨§ £ §¨§§¨¨§§¨¨
¨¨§¨§§§§§§ §§¨§¨§¨§¨§
¨§§§¨¨¨¨¨¨ 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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