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.