I saw a mad man that actually looked mad. I can't count how many mad people I've seen in my life, even I admit to being mad sometimes, but never have I seen a mad person who actually looked mad till today. It had nothing to do with his dressing, most street mad men dress shabbily, coated in red sand , with naturally dreaded hair and torn clothes -or more often than not, naked. His madness had nothing to do with his appearance, his madness was in his eyes, I could see the disconnection between his soul and his body, the thread that had finally snapped. Prior to this mad man, all the mad people I have seen still had life radiating In their eyes, they might be unaware of their surroundings but if you looked at them deeply, you'd see their soul staring back at you. I stared at the mad man who looked mad and his eyes were empty, no soul , no life, just two empty balls staring back at me, devoid of life. It left me wondering if he had always been mad or if he had seen something that drove him mad, mad enough to cut the thread that interwove his soul with his body. The encounter was unsettling and for a long time his face kept flashing through my mind, the way his eyes mindlessly followed all the cars speeding through traffic, the way he was looking but not really looking, his eyes balls darting left and right but still remaining at one point, at the same time. Do all mad people eventually become mad or did he fall too deep into the rabbit hole and forget how to climb out?