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.