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.