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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