Fall asleep with Henrik

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...

You fall into this one right in the middle of a life passage, Sleepy. We start in the big white room with no walls, where there is no blueprint for how to live, only this strange job of talking into a microphone so that other humans can fall asleep. From there it drifts into roosters who only want t...

Rain on the roof of Adventure Wolf, and inside: me, you, and a slow blue longing that refuses to have a name. We follow it anyway, through foggy moorland, over a childhood beach, into the black water and out among pine roots and beautiful decay. I mumble Latin, mispronounce clouds, nearly fall aslee...

Rain drums on Adventure Wolf and I ramble happily, Sleepy, about clacky buttons in a galaxy far, far away, why moose trigger automatic doors, a speed-camera that fines ducks (in spirit), and the strange economy of “free.” We drift from speech therapists to Tudor headaches, from winter darkness to th...

Hi, Sleepy. Tonight we try a small and slightly ridiculous experiment: you say “hi” back, and somehow I hear you anyway. We wander through painted reality, peel a corner, and glimpse the backstage where nothing is dangerous, at least for a few micro-seconds at a time. A houseplant becomes pain (harm...