掀开窗帘的一角，透过窗前的树影，我可以看见可能是PLAZE 66的灯光。楼下是整夜的路灯照耀，对面有24H7K的便利店。所以，我看不见月亮和星星。
 
夜里十点，马路上车开过的声音很清晰，是公车、卡车，还是轿车，是风还是雨，都可以听的出来。我想起8岁前住的房子，在一个十字路口，我爬上哪一扇窗都可以看见红绿灯，看见自行车，看见拐角的红白色圆圆的岗亭，看见对街角的小花园，看见铁栅栏里的草地和草地后的小洋房，还有洋房前的芭蕉树。夏天，我们会搬着凉椅跑到楼下或是对面的梧桐树下乘凉，和院子里的小朋友追逐打闹，然后洗一把澡睡觉。梦里，会有卡车经过的声响。偶尔，大人们会带我去小花园，看见有小哥哥们使劲摇高大的树，就有白色的小百果吧嗒吧嗒掉下来，人们就拿着袋子装回家。我总是好奇栅栏里草地后的那一排大叶子树，夏天的时候会结一串串青色的香蕉，我奇怪怎么大家都不去抢香蕉？爸爸说那个是芭蕉，不好吃的。这才断了我想要挤进栏杆里的念头。

那时候的托儿所在家左边马路斜对角的弄堂里，可是我不喜欢去那里，时常逃学在家。也不知道干了些什么。幼儿园在家

Can you still find this day, my dear, among your possessions?

Among the souvenirs of your trips to faraway lands, the textbooks from those halcyon days when you walked the hallowed portals of that engineering college, the cassettes whose covers were left behind after one of those bacchanalian sessions in the hostel, the photographs of those classmates whose names you can't remember? Or is it hidden in the darkness, put out of sight along with the book you bought but never read, the gift you never quite found a use for and the letters you never finished or sent.

I can still find it here, in the city, in the house which you have never visited, in the kitchen where I have imaginary conversations with you. It is here even when I am not, for I go out now, leaving the light on and the music playing, so I can return home to the illusion of company.

I am probably better off no