Some people find their way in to homes, houses, shelter, shelterin other people's minds some drift further out - further and further out - they drift towards the open high seas - strange places strange minds unstrange feelings -storm wracked rough life and living in patches amidst deep dark black nights bright light glaring right in to the eyes blinding blurring sense of what is seen - like blaring sound that renders what's heard into meaningless noise brings no comfort doesn't make sense. One acts out instinctively mostly reflex making things connecting dots... intuition  is all - intuition always was all - sign of a dying mind unable to see where it all comes from - but just a place from where wise thoughts have ceased to flow and living in the moment is the only reality. The past dims lives once lived are wiped off as if they were never there...the lights start to go out one by one and darkness spreads like a drop of ink on good blotting paper.'What next' is laboured thoughts, faint dreams, clinging on to single strands sometimes a couple of stray memories of past wishes thoughts unrelated incoherent stray thoughts - nothing of use to life or its purpose probably - simply holding on and bearing with it till it is snuffed out and it all ends and a really odd state to be in.