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.