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.