Fall asleep with Henrik

Hi Sleepy.This episode begins in a living room with a plastic Christmas tree that has done its job and is now just standing there. From there, I wander through crowded warehouse stores, grocery aisles, guilt, scale, stars, microorganisms, language mistakes, and the strange comfort of knowing that the information that divides cells in you is ancient and uninterrupted.It’s a quiet, drifting episode about consumption, loneliness, Christmas in Sweden, being alone on Christmas Day, the terror of choosing dinner, the size of the universe, the smallness of everything, and the idea that you and I are part of a very long, unbroken chain of life.Nothing is resolved. Nothing needs to be. I’m just here, talking, in my living room, while you fall asleep.It is what it is. What happens, happens. And right now, there’s nothing we can do.Sleep Tight!More about Henrik, click here: https://linktr.ee/Henrikstahl Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Hi, Sleepy.Tonight we start in “the benigning” with my Swedish-English tongue and the fear of not having enough words, and somehow end up in a forest with an axe, my dad, and the old intrusive thought that maybe I’m secretly a monster. On the way there we invent a terrible podcast called “Grunts from the Gym,” complain about heavy breathing strangers, and sneak into a Pilates class… standing in the back, trying to love myself although I'm bad at it.We talk about doing things you’re bad at, about going to classes just to be close to your teenager, about watching your parents’ world shrink and being terrified that your own might do the same. And then, at the very end, it’s just you and me awake while everyone else is off building strange dream-treehouses with their ex-bosses. A tiny, secret room in the middle of the night where you’re allowed to be human and still drift off to sleep.Sleep Tight!More about Henrik, click here: https://linktr.ee/Henrikstahl Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Christmas is around the corner of time, Sleepy, and we are standing in the doorway not really knowing if we want to go in or not. In this episode we drift off together through gingerbread pigs that shatter on hallway floors, storm nights on snow covered fields, plastic Jeeps with detachable men, and the strange ache of all the last times we never knew were last times.It is a quiet, slightly crooked journey to sleep through family, faith, absent granddads, toy guns, Barbie dolls and that peculiar mix of warmth and suffocation that holidays can bring. If you love Christmas, if you hate it, or if you just feel weird about it, you are invited. You do not have to follow every word. You can just let my voice mumble in the background while you fall asleep and slip into your own memories.Sleep Tight!More about Henrik, click here: https://linktr.ee/Henrikstahl Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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!More about Henrik, click here: https://linktr.ee/Henrikstahl Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Sleepy, tonight we walk that strange hallway that is not really there yet. I talk about not knowing, about the rooms we were never in, about my parents in a corridor that my mind keeps borrowing from my old school, and about how much of life is just guessing and filling in the gaps. There is destiny and no destiny, being 50 and in free fall, the old bullying scars and the golden moment when someone once wrote “I love Henrik” on a cafeteria wall. Somewhere in all of that, there is you in your own unseen room, and me in mine, trying to accept that we cannot control what happens, only what moves through us, while chaotic cow brains quietly listen to barbershop. Let this ramble be your little suitcase with the note that says “You are not under attack right now,” and let it keep you company as you drift off to sleep and into your own peaceful night.Sleep Tight!More about Henrik, click here: https://linktr.ee/Henrikstahl Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.