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.