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.