Enid的日记

Last night I came back from work late, exhausted, blank-minded, I turned on the TV. Wicker Park was on, a so-so American remake of the French film l'Appartement. I was not watching, then suddenly I heard Mazzy Star. Her soft voice and dreamy sound of pedal steel guitar carried me back to a hot mid-summer's night in Shanghai, a little more than ten years ago.
I was in the living room, lying on the sofa, listening to this record. My mother was fast asleep next door. Thanks to 90's trend that every newly decorated flat turned out to look like Karaoke booth, completed with sound-proofing wallpaper, she wouldn't hear a thing. I gazed upon the album cover, dark purple and black, the colour you see when you close your eyes. And I turned off the light, let this colour wrap around me. I probably would take out a pack of cigarette had been hidden deep in the drawer, stand by the window and try to take a deep drag.  I watched out from the window of 17th floor, into the same dark purple and black. Night in Shanghai wouldn't be as glittery as what is now, I am even not sure if there was Orient Pearl Tower back then. At that time I was waiting, waiting for the day that I would travel to the far away island. I felt a little anxious, and the particular sadness that is youth.
I wonder why I always recall that time with the sweetest melancholy, maybe because it was near the end of the century?