"What is the matter?" Molinari shouted at him. "Has using that time-travel drug scrambled your wits, you don't know you've got only one tiny life and that lies ahead of you, not sideways or back? Are you waiting for last year to come by again or something?"
Reaching out, Eric took the paper. "That's exactly right. I've been waiting for a long time for last year. But I guess it's just not coming again."

-- Philip K. Dick, the novel I finished to read today; in picture above, at gardening school in the morning fog. days of exams.