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.