Sleepy… tonight I’m sitting with the strange feeling that I might still be me. I checked earlier. The mirror confirmed it. Henrik is still Henrik, at least for now.

This episode begins just after a live recording of the podcast. A small basement room in Stockholm filled with mattresses, tea, candy, quiet laughter, and a harp playing softly while people waited. Sixty or so humans gathered in a cozy little pocket of the world while I talked for an hour without knowing where the words would go.

And afterward… the car ride home.

I sit there in the dark street with rain on the roof and feel a quiet wave of sadness. Not dramatic. Just still. The kind that comes when you realize certain versions of your life have quietly ended. The version of me who used to celebrate all night after a show. The version of me who thought everything exciting was still ahead.

From there my mind drifts, as it tends to do. I think about getting older, about my daughter growing up, about subway rides long ago when I had the vague feeling that I was living the wrong life. I think about social media, AI, art, purpose, and why we humans seem so determined to shout at each other all the time.

Mostly I sit there, talking to you in the dark, wondering about the different arcs of a life. The party arc. The father arc. And maybe this one. The strange middle chapter where things are both over and just beginning.

Anyway… I’m glad you’re here, Sleepy.

It is what it is. What happens, happens. And right now, there’s nothing we can do about it. So let’s drift off together into the quiet.

Sleep Tight!

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