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.