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.