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.