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.