#¨#¨#¨¨##¨                                          ##¨¨###¨#¨
#¨#¨#¨#¨#¨                                          ¨#¨#¨##¨#¨
#¨#¨#¨#¨#¨                                          ¨#¨#¨¨#¨#¨
#¨#¨#¨#¨#¨                                          ¨#¨#¨##¨#¨
#¨#¨#¨#¨#¨                                          ¨#¨#¨¨#¨#¨
#¨#¨#¨#¨#¨             % 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. ¨#¨#¨¨#¨#¨
#¨#¨#¨#¨#¨                                          ¨#¨#¨##¨#¨
#¨#¨#¨#¨#¨                                          ¨#¨#¨¨#¨#¨
#¨#¨#¨#¨#¨                                          ¨#¨#¨##¨#¨
#¨#¨#¨#¨#¨                                          ¨#¨#¨¨#¨#¨
#¨#¨#¨#¨#¨                                          ¨#¨#¨##¨#¨
#¨#¨#¨#¨#¨                                          ¨#¨#¨¨#¨#¨