When the mind leaves you alone, you no longer exist for the people around. You are free. The pages of identity you had once written with the colourful ink of experiences are shredded into pieces. Sometimes the brain might locate a bookmark of a faintest memory and you might utter a word or two from the past. But they just pass by, there is nobody to listen, it’s lost in the ignorant world that thinks what they see is reality and everything else is insanity.