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.