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.