a masochistic nostalgia or a nostalgic masochism

the other day, when i was procrastinating, very much like what i am doing today, i chanced upon the street view feature of google maps. i was trying to remember a place in Padova and how it was oriented in my mind.
and so i went trigger happy with my snipping tool. i went to town with it. literally, no digitally.
i was dying of nostalgia as i roamed the streets of Padova just like it was a closed door away.
a few clicks and i was back in Piazza dell'Erbe buying fruits and vegetables for tonight's feast, a few more and i'm at Owen's doorstep, too early for movie night and yet a few more i'm at franny's place, ready to trade files from our hard drives.