Postcards are shared love in a moment from somewhere else, uniting souls from afar.
My name, Todd, originated from Middle English meaning fox, or el zorro in Spanish. Both inspire a curious and cunning spirit that I hope to capture in these notes.
United States, June 2023
You might be shocked that I'm not like this in real life, so poised and effervescent, brimming and dashing with endless energy and grace for worldly ideas, or the appearance of them anyway. A lot of you have picked up on it, on all I've curated here clashing and clanging with the other contrived perfection in digital space, another version of our internet selves crammed into a data center somewhere very very far west of Omaha.
Read MoreUnited States, March 2023
Three years ago I sent a WhatsApp message to a Venezuelan doctor living in Barcelona. We met by chance on Mallorca just days before the world began talking of closures and cancellations, and on short notice he graciously brought me into his flat. With his two flatmates, we commenced a discordant springtime of brief walks outside at the designated hour and applauding for healthcare workers at sunset, occasionally singing songs or eating dinner together to bring sanity to the bewildering time warp conundrum in those early days of COVID.
Portugal, November 2019
Where are you going hurried wayfarer?
Stop. Don't continue any farther
(Aonde vais, caminhante, acelerado?
Pára...não prossigas mais avante)
Portugal, October 2019
Solo? Tout seul tout le voyage? Always alone? Sí, está bien. La majorité, oui, je suppose. Yeah, I guess, but I meet people along the way. But many times not. But don’t fear for me! Aim your worries elsewhere! Biographies and classics distract my eyes before slumber, electronic maps and digital conveniences show the way.
