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.