Hi, Sleepy.

Tonight we begin in the benigning, which is not a word, but it might be a place. A small Swedish-English place where I stand with my pockets full of half-working words, wondering if I have enough of them to carry us through the night.

From there we somehow move toward a forest, an axe, my dad, and that old strange fear that maybe there is something wrong with me in a way no one has noticed yet. But before that gets too serious, there is also a terrible podcast called Grunts from the Gym, some thoughts about heavy-breathing strangers, and me sneaking into a Pilates class, standing in the back, trying to love myself even though I’m not very good at it.

This is an episode about doing things badly. About going to classes just to be close to your teenager. About watching your parents’ world become smaller and fearing that your own might one day do the same. And then, near the end, it becomes just you and me, Sleepy. Awake while everyone else is busy building strange dream-treehouses with their ex-bosses.

A small room in the middle of the night. You’re allowed to be human here. You’re allowed to fall asleep.

Sleep Tight!

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

Cause of summer leave, this episode is a rerun from one of the older favourite episodes. Brand new episode coming next week.

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