Somewhere — in a gap between buildings, or a quiet basement, or somewhere else entirely — there is a gallery that doesn't close.
It holds drawings that were never meant to be kept. A horse in a hat, found in the margin of a planning agenda. An octopus with eight and a half tentacles, discovered in the drawer of a rented desk. A map with an X that marks something no one can identify anymore. Small things, made by people who were thinking about something else, in the gaps between other things.Edith Voss curates them. She has opinions about looking at things for the right amount of time. She makes tea for you without asking if you want any.
Tonight, the door is open.No jump scares. No sudden sounds. Just amber light, pale wooden floors, and a long bench with a good view of a very mild octopus.Perfect for falling asleep, unwinding after a long day, or quiet background listening. Find us on YouTube @sleepstoriesfromsomewhereelese.Sleep Stories From Somewhere Else — calm, slightly unusual bedtime stories for deep rest.