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.