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.