I reckon google maps is the soulmate of the nostalgic, The sentimental,longing for what was, Searching for yesterday like a starving dog. Sometimes ,more often than not, I find myself looking out the window of a younger me.
And who are we,if not passing strangers on a foreign soil?
I believe google maps is the aplication for the past. We are the effect of the places we roamed. I find myself in a darkened room, Yet still,everything that brought me here Are the houses I slept in, The roads I took,literally and figurately, And the trees I rested under.