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.