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.