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§§§¨§¨§¨¨¨ §§§¨§¨§¨§¨
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¨§¨¨¨§¨¨§¨ @ dream palace @ §§¨¨¨§¨¨¨¨
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¨§¨§¨§¨§§¨ @ ..... ...... @ §§§§¨§¨§¨¨
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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. §¨¨§¨§§¨¨§
§§§¨¨§§§¨§ §§¨§§§¨§¨§
¨¨¨§¨§¨¨§§ = §¨§§¨¨§§§§
§¨¨§§§§¨§¨ ¨§§¨§¨§¨¨¨
§§¨§¨¨¨§§§ 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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