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.