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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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##@#***«,¨ @ ¨,«***#@##
#@#***«,¨¨ ¨¨,«***#@#
@#***«,¨¨¨ 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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