He didn't somewhere in this noisy chaotic maras of society, his off-velo traveler, Voldo.

A man unstuck from place and time, he travels a world on foot.

His only lifeline to his friends and family, a litany of dreary picture postcards, sent from arbitrary locations, the world over.

His postcards do nothing to convey the humanity, some madness of Voldo's adventures.

For that, V must go find him.

At the ski slopes I find him almost immediately.

At the sea I hunt until I am mad and yet Voldo does not reveal himself to me.

V search for Voldo, but that is Voldo searching for.

Does this man even want to be found?

Or, in searching for Voldo, did we really find ourselves?

T-B-T-L!

Hello and welcome everyone to Day 2 of the Winter Games.

That's what it sounds like when I forget that we don't have quite as much audio, what not, at the top of the program.

Of course, because this is a special episode of the show.

We are now two days into our special winter programming.

My name is Luke Burbank, by the way.

Nice to talk to all of you right over there, my good friend Andrew Walsh, long-stroning

co-bro of the program.

Good morning.

Good morning Luke.

As this air is, I believe I will be packing my bags and getting ready, I believe, to get on a plane tomorrow for the city of Honolulu.

You mean for as a Werner Herzog would call it, Havaii?

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