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.