Sleepy… tonight I find myself somewhere between a waiting room and a memory of falling down the stairs with a sandwich in mind.

I talk about time that disappears when no one is looking. About being early. Always early. Sitting there while life behaves perfectly most of the time, even if we insist on remembering when it doesn’t. I drift into my daughter, into the quiet panic of missing her and the equally quiet fear of being too present. There’s a farm with goats and a childhood filled with rules and prayers and a God that felt a bit like a flashlight pointed straight into my face.

And then I wander. Into Greek gods behaving badly. Into questions I didn’t know I still carried. Into the idea that maybe everything is layered, not decided. That maybe nothing is as fixed as it once felt.

You don’t have to follow. You can just drift off to sleep somewhere between Zeus and a Swedish kitchen, between a boy with a tape recorder and a man trying to understand what any of it meant.

It is what it is. What happens, happens.

Sleep Tight!

More about Henrik, click here: https://linktr.ee/Henrikstahl

Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.