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.