Season 2

Sleepy… tonight I find myself somewhere between a waiting room and a memory of falling down the stairs with a sandwich in mind. I talk about time that disappears when no one is looking. About being early. Always early. Sitting there while life behaves perfectly most of the time, even if we insist on...

Hi Sleepy. Tonight I start a story and immediately question it, which feels right. There’s a woman named Constance Mallory. She has green shutters she once painted during a summer that didn’t try to be anything special. And a house that knows her. Or thinks it does. We move slowly through rooms, thr...

Sleepy… tonight I’m sitting with the strange feeling that I might still be me. I checked earlier. The mirror confirmed it. Henrik is still Henrik, at least for now. This episode begins just after a live recording of the podcast. A small basement room in Stockholm filled with mattresses, tea, candy, ...

Sleepy. Tonight begins, as it often does, with nothing in particular. A welcome to new listeners. A quiet confession that this whole thing might be “content striving to be non-content.” And then, slowly, the mind wanders. We drift through questions about what really matters. A conversation with Nina...

Hi Sleepy! I start with my hands. Not in a dramatic way. Just soap bubbles and warm water and suddenly the realization that these hands have been with me my whole life. They’ve touched thousands upon thousands of objects I don’t remember. Door handles, coffee mugs, faces, fish-shaped cutting boards ...