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.