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.