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.