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.