Fall asleep with Henrik

Hi Sleepy.
Tonight I’m talking from a room that’s almost been swallowed by snow. Somewhere outside, Stockholm is doing what it does when it remembers winter. From there my thoughts drift to old films, Hollywood habits, guns that always need to be looked at, villains who talk to aquariums, and why people in movies never behave like real humans in danger.

We wander through The Mission, bad dialogue, good music, gender clichés, bare feet in forests, and that strange moment when you can almost see the writer’s room through the screen. It’s a slow, slightly irritated, slightly amused journey toward falling asleep. No conclusions. Just observations, detours, and a few unnecessary goats.

Let this be background noise while you drift off to sleep. Or stay awake and argue with me in your head. Both are fine.

Sleep Tight!

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Hi Sleepy.
Tonight I sit in my living room while Stockholm freezes quietly outside. The moon keeps doing what it’s always done, showing us the same face it showed dinosaurs, emperors, saints, and people who never slept well either. I drift between craters, old police non-events, Antarctica fantasies, places I’ll never go, and the strange comfort of shelters in hostile worlds. Nothing is planned. Nothing is edited. English stumbles along with me.
You don’t have to listen. You can just stay. Maybe you’ll drift off. Maybe not. Either way, the moon doesn’t mind.

Sleep Tight!

More about Henrik, click here: https://linktr.ee/Henrikstahl
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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
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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
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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
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