Toward the End

What happens when the circuitry of the mind grow dim? Delicate filaments become unmoored and float restlessly like grasping tentacles, before temporarily reattaching themselves at all the wrong endpoints leading to disorientation and confusion. Mysteriously, this removes anxiety and instead replaces it with stream-of-consciousness living. A more natural state perhaps as one slips into oblivion. But what then will happen when key circuits grow unable to house the random tentacles? Will he still know us, his wife and child, or will he then be completely lost, wandering in his watery mind, waiting for all the circuits to finally go dark?