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.