Tonight I fall into the strange little trapdoor between Swedish and English, Sleepy, where one word is perfectly innocent on one side of the sea and slightly alarming on the other.

There will be Swedish words. Real ones. Suspicious ones. A few that sound rude but are mostly about road signs, ice cream, children, baths, herring, nurses, kindness and the grief of standing in a doorway. Somewhere in there we find lagom, fika, orka, jobbig, sjö, jo, and a made-up word that maybe should exist: threshold grief.

It’s an introspective and slightly linguistic journey to sleep, through language, memory, fatherhood, old places, Swedish fog, and Pippi Longstocking. You may learn something. You may learn absolutely nothing. Both outcomes are accepted here.

Sleep Tight!

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Hi Sleepy. Tonight we wander into that strange little gap before a feeling has a name. A sound moves the air in your ear, a smell opens a basement door inside you, a birch tree in the wind becomes childhood, and suddenly the body has arrived long before the words come running after it, late and out of breath.

There are grannies, boomers, vowels and bowels, thunder at the kitchen table, a cemetery walk among birches, and one small blissling in a northern Swedish church that grows when it is gently noticed. This is an introspective and slightly ridiculous journey to sleep about feeling, memory, language, smell, the body, and all the things in us that never become sentences.

Drift off to sleep, Sleepy. It is what it is. What happens, happens. And right now, there is nothing we can do about it.

Sleep Tight!

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Tonight I circle around the small surrender of it is what it is, Sleepy. Weather, gravity, cold tea, ancient rocks, dogs, cats, seeds cracking open in the dark, and the strange comfort of being a tiny passenger on a planet that refuses to ask our permission.

This is a soft, wandering journey to sleep about the things we can’t control, the things growing quietly inside us, and the lighthouse keeper in all of us who can only keep the light going while the sea does what the sea does.

So drift off to sleep, or just lie there with me for a while. What happens, happens. And right now, there is nothing we can do about it.

Sleep Tight!

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In this episode I sit on a slightly uncomfortable bar stool in my Stockholm apartment and begin, somehow, with posture. Then we drift, Sleepy, into figure skating, old video cameras, a very expensive leather jacket, a glass of red wine at "The Prince", and the strange fear of being loved too directly.

There are teenage storage rooms, unfinished feelings, first relationships, cowardly letters, phone calls to fathers who don’t quite know how to answer, and a night walk through the Forest Cemetery with too much alcohol and too much heart.

It’s an episode about wanting love and wanting solitude, about the younger versions of ourselves who tried to understand what love was while already being afraid of it. Maybe it’s also about the fact that nothing is wasted. Not even the embarrassing parts. Especially not those.

Come drift off to sleep with me, Sleepy. We’ll let the old stories skate around for a while, and then maybe they’ll leave us alone.

Sleep Tight!

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In this episode, Sleepy, I speak from my apartment instead of my little studio in the backyard, surrounded by a portable recording booth, a stiff bar stool, and the faint sound of children in the yard outside.

From there, my mind wanders to kindergarten, clay birds with bright feathers, fur coats in a hallway, and the strange fact that some part of me may still be waiting to be picked up. Then I drift between city and countryside, sirens and roosters, foxes and streetlights, dark skies and apartment ceilings striped with other people’s headlights.

This is a soft introspective journey to sleep about where I come from, what I’ve gotten used to, what I miss, and whether loneliness is larger in a crowd or under indifferent stars.

It is what it is. What happens, happens. And right now, there’s nothing we can do about it.

Sleep Tight!

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In this episode, Sleepy, we wander into the strange workshop of theatre itself. The table readings, the shoes, the frightened directors, the actors holding scripts like shields, the sacred line about saddling the king’s horses. I remember rehearsal rooms, wild-horse masculinity, Shakespeare chairs turned the wrong way, and the old ache of feeling like the dork in an eighties high school movie.

Then, because this is what happens, we drift north through Sweden with Mr. Green Branch and the Butterfly Orchestra, a bitter larva, a van full of jazz musicians, cold morning venues, moose hunters who cannot be reached, children storming the stage, and one parent trying to save everyone from dangerous jazz.

A sleepy, funny, introspective journey through acting, fear, touring, abandoned scripts, old theatres, and the small strange truth that sometimes a larva just has to become a butterfly. Or not. What happens, happens. May you fall asleep somewhere between the rehearsal room and the moose forest, and have a peaceful night.

Sleep Tight!

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Hi Sleepy. Tonight we begin in the usual humble abode, that small studio in the backyard where the past still keeps some furniture, and we drift from sticky thoughts to electric shocks, from the mystery of knowledge forming in the brain to Flingan the tick-covered philosopher cat.

There is a warehouse dream in here somewhere. A studio inside a studio. A window with light outside it. There is also a midsummer doorstep, a cat who once knew exactly what to do, magpies, alarm clocks, denim men in dreams, the Tower of Babel (although I say Babylon in the episode, sorry about that), and God possibly needing better communication skills.

This is an episode about being trapped in a mind, but also gently accompanied inside it. By a voice. By a cat. By a strange thought that refuses to become useful.

For falling asleep, drifting off to sleep, or simply spending a peaceful night with your own sticky little brain.

Sleep Tight!

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Tonight, Sleepy, we begin with seagulls, of course. The old fish-gulls of Stockholm, one of them swallowing a whole pizza with the quiet dignity of a fallen emperor.

From there we drift into walnuts, childhood, the strange power of being the only one who has ever seen a particular thing, and then somehow, quite naturally, into alcohol, acting school, red wine, Sambuca on fire, shame, freedom, loneliness, sobriety, and the small child in the backseat who still wants to come along.

This is an episode about staying with yourself. About the wild Henrik and the quiet Henrik, both real, both asking for something. A sleepy, introspective journey to sleep through seagulls, old parties, strange memories, and the rainy grey field where life continues without needing to be solved.

It is what it is. What happens, happens. And right now, there is nothing we can do about it.

Sleep Tight!

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Tonight, Sleepy, we begin in the blue, get dropped into a forest of the mind, and somehow end up discussing mist, Apple Watch pressure, Swedish community buildings, the dark forest theory, lonely Facebook groups, English consonants, weird words, escape goats, tigers, American politics, Swedish myths, tiny wrists and the strange comfort of being alive at the same time as someone else.

This is an episode about things bleeding into each other. Thoughts, forests, languages, countries, jokes, pain, and whatever that thing was you said out loud when Henrik asked you to say something weird in the dark. A peaceful night for falling asleep, drifting off to sleep, or simply being here while the world remains strange and specific.

It is what it is. What happens, happens. And right now, there’s nothing we can do about it.

Sleep Tight!

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Tonight, Sleepy, we begin with a telephone meeting, pass through the strange social weather of voices without faces, and somehow end up inside Seinfeld, holding a babka with a hair in it and asking questions no one strictly asked us to ask.

This is an episode about what happens when a tiny thought opens a trapdoor. About Jerry, George, Elaine and Kramer, yes, but also about world-building, childhood, language models, bicycle bells, life having a crush on you and sometimes looking the other way.

A peaceful night for the introspective and the imaginative. You don’t have to follow the thought. You can let it pass like a car in the distance. Or you can come along while the worlds deepen a little, and maybe we cry for reasons we almost understand.

Sleep Tight!

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