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.