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.