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.