Hi Sleepy. Tonight we drift between a rainy city and old memories of Gothenburg. A frozen Jack staring from the Atlantic, a young acting student walking through a park everyone says is dangerous, a mad man on a tram who never quite becomes as dangerous as he sounds.

Somewhere in there is a naked man in the shower screaming “hooray” at a fallen razor, a lifetime of being scared of his own mind, and the strange relief of finally being able to cry again. We visit dream trains that never leave on time, labyrinth hotels, airports that feel like another planet, and the small comfort of a steady ventilation noise when you are trying to fall asleep.

You do not have to keep track of any of it. You do not even have to listen. Let me be the background fan while your own stories fade into the dark and you slowly sink into your peaceful night, without having to keep eye contact with anything at all. Sleepy, it is what it is. What happens, happens. And right now, there is nothing we can do.

Sleep Tight!

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