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.