Yes, whatever dims eventually enters utter darkness if no salt water taffy machines are spinning their happy way nearby. Oh sweet nexus of light and cavities! It's not a bad thing really, your average afternoon walk can become a wonderful night lurk and the bizarre creatures that live in the labs and sing arias have more time to peer out longingly from the windows at passers by (or potential nutrition as they see it).
Ode to the Namibian upwelling system! Its microbial methanogens float islands on methane by choking out everything else. Maybe a smaller version of that is operating here, a sort of fizzy energy cokebottleneck that degrades all our glistening enamel into the mushy goo that the researches harvest from the drainage system and incorporate into the evil marshmellows they make in their lab ovens and sell to the unsuspecting inhabitants of the outside world. Spooky eh?
Don't be fooled by the smushy filling of schmores around the campfire - those were someones molars! Beware, Beware!!
 

The Dimming

The shadows grow long, and 8am feels like 5. This is the part of the semester when you start to feel you’re going to night classes. As a side effect, the dream/reality overlap becomes annoyingly strong and, for the first few hours of each day, being sure which is which is an ordeal. This entry was already posted about 2 hours ago from the office of some Russian secret service headquarters where I was packing for a day trip to Hannover. Go figure. I’m tempted to turn this into a dream log…it’s getting too dark here to see anything in normal lux anymore. I could start a bioluminescence farm, raising glow worms and fireflies, keeping a few glowing jelly fish in high pressure vats, possibly even coating my walls with glowing bacteria. The things we do… 

Phage!

Oh, and if you've ever wondered what a bacterial lawn riddled with bacteriophage virus plaques looks like, here you go....