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.