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.