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.