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.