,,,~~**^§§ §§^**~~,,,
,,,,,~^^§@ @§^^~,,,,,
,,~*^&§@## ##@§&^*~,,
,,~*^&§@## ##@§&^*~,,
,,~*^&§### ###§&^*~,,
,,~*^&§@## & 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. #§§§&^*~,,
,,,,,~*&&§ §&&*~,,,,,
,,,,~~~^§@ @§^~~~,,,,
,,~*^&§@## ##@§&^*~,,
,,~*^&§@## ##@§&^*~,,
,,~*^&§@## ##@§&^*~,,
,,~**^&§§§ §§§&^**~,,