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.