All the means of tracking time: digital, analog, clocks, devices, instrumental wired and metal infrastructure of machines crackling into obsolescence. To track his existence, the replica of Einstein stared at the pulse beating in his left wrist. 

There was an odd familiarity about the air, sky, atmosphere, which circled him in, as if to hold him in a suffocating hug. Yet every breath felt full.

Earth, he remembered, the grainy sky, the steady ground, the radiant colors and sound. Welcome to the void from which we all wish to escape.