WHEN I WAS  IN  EIGHT GRADE  I DECIDED I 
 WAS DEAD. MY  SPIRIT  HAD  LEFT MY BODY, 
             NEVER TO RETURN.             
                                          
 I REMEMBER SITTING IN MY PARENTS CAR  ON 
 A  CLOUDY,  WATERY DAY,  GETTING A  RIDE 
 SOMEWHERE.  IT  FELT  LIKE I  HAD SOLVED 
 SOME  GREAT   PUZZLE.   I'VE  SOLVED  NO 
           PUZZLES SINCE THEN.            
                                          
  INSTEAD, I'VE BEEN MINDLESSLY PILOTING  
 THIS BODY AROUND. I STILL GIVE IT  LIFE, 
 SOMEHOW. LIKE  A GOLEM, AND I TRY NOT TO 
 CARE  TOO  MUCH,  BUT  I  DO.   IT'S   A 
   CONTAMINATED GOLEM, THIS ONE. PURITY   
 CLOUDED  BY  MY  ECHO. AFTERGLOW  OF  MY 
                 SPIRIT.