An unnamed man is introduced, as well as the motions of his three different lives. In the man’s first life in 1840s England, he invents a game where he moves pebbles from place to place but forgets this game as an adult. He looks at his past with melancholy and pity, as most would. His love interest’s quirky way of eating pomegranates endows her with a sense of humanity, despite her brief description. The man is dependable but somewhat uninteresting—he is passive in a way that people never should be. Something larger must be at stake to satisfy the reader, such as a traumatic hardship. Although the man is helpful to those with such traumas, he is dissatisfactory to audiences as he does not undergo any transformative changes before his death. In his next life—suburban and mid-century American—he is similarly generous and dependable but milquetoast. He extends help to the disenfranchised but does not die a much wiser man. His next life as a futuristic cyborg is largely the same. Despite his life having many iterations, he never achieves anything akin to Enlightenment. Ultimately, we are led to the conclusion that, like the man, we may be leading wholly inconsequential lives; the only truthful existence we can acknowledge is our own.