Hi, Sleepy. Welcome to this oddly brave little boat of a podcast, wobbling out into the great English-speaking sea with nothing but mismatched oars, a thermos of lukewarm tea, and your host, Me: Henrik – a nervous Swede with no plan and all the feelings.
This is the very first step, a humble monologue about nothing and everything: fear of failure, boyhood nostalgia, sleep as a kind of vacation, and the quiet courage of not knowing what you’re doing but doing it anyway.
I won't try to lull you into peace – I'll just talk to you... No sheep. No whalesong. Just vulnerability, some rambling, and the deeply unmarketable idea that you are not alone in this strange, sleepless world.
So drift off if you want. Or don’t. That’s okay too.
Sleep Tight!
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