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.