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.