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.