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.