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.