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.