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.