When the floods dry up

Hollow, empty

Just the husk of a long rotted away core

Mind a blank and dark void

Everything bland and washed out

Indeterminate

Nothingness

Nought

Present

But not here nor there

In limbo

A meditative state, but not quite

An inkling of something being a little bit off

Unresponsive to everything

With still the ability to perceive and interact

Detached from the actions taken

Just a vessel reflexively carrying out instructions

Being, without intervention, along for the ride