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.