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.