Too late, too early, oops too late, then very-very early. WTF it's so wrong with the time-zone, I think I broke it somehow.



A friend writes from Australia that his autumn is slowly moving in, leaves falling and all – when he gets out from work he can smell the sea.

I replied that our spring seems to be on the right track now, but when I'm done with my work I smell night only.

What music would fit better this no,-it's-too-early,-no,-it's-too-late moments? A suicidal Mr. Waits? A cool Miles? Mozart's Requiem? Bowie, R.E.M., Radiohead? I have to find out.