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.