Presently, as I went on, still gaining velocity, the palpitation of night and day merged into one continuous greyness; the sky took on a wonderful deepness of blue, a splendid luminous color like that of early twilight; the jerking sun became a streak of fire, a brilliant arch, in space; the moon a fainter fluctuating band; and I could see nothing of the stars, save now and then a brighter circle flickering in the blue.
—H.G. Wells, The Time Machine
BEN: I really do enjoy doing these updates. The fact that a weird corner of college basketball internet gives a crap about the screeds Tristan and I write about Ohio Valley Conference basketball is both extremely bizarre to me and a dopamine drip, I can’t lie.