“The Time Traveler” (as since Wells we’ve come to speak of him) lapses again into an introspective state, “his lips moving as one who repeats mystic words” (The Time Machine, p. 5). The sight of Tokyo 2020 here in summer 2021 perplexes him.
Is that you, intrepid Unconscious, telegraphing via Internet-of-things to say, “Time is out of joint”?
Trance-Scripts 