Nebraska 66, Indiana 51: Hell’s Treadmill

There’s a particular point where the senses mute. The third mile looks like the tenth, which looks like the eighty-second, which looks like the, uh, seven-hundred and seventeenth. Did you run that many miles? Perhaps. There is no concept of time, nor space, here. You will run, and you will keep running over the edge of the Earth and beyond. Don’t fear exhaustion, there will be no ill-effects, you can’t die if you’re not alive anyway.

Indiana played a basketball game tonight, on some planet, in some city-state, in some year. A cursory glance says it was against “Nebraska” but it could’ve been against “Syracuse” or “Pepperdine” or “Eastern Washington.” The details are not important. There is…