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.