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.