,,,,««%&¤@ @¤&%««,,,,
,,«;%&¤¤¤@ @¤¤¤&%;«,,
,,,,,«%¤¤¤ ¤¤¤%«,,,,,
,,«;%&¤@@# #@@¤&%;«,,
,,«;%%&&¤@ @¤&&%%;«,,
,,«;%&¤@@# & 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. @&&%%%;«,,
,,«;%&&&¤@ @¤&&&%;«,,
,,,,«;;&¤¤ ¤¤&;;«,,,,
,,«;%&¤@@@ @@@¤&%;«,,
,,«;%&¤@@# #@@¤&%;«,,
,,«;%&¤@@@ @@@¤&%;«,,
,,,,,«%&@@ @@&%«,,,,,