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.