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.