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!

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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!

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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!

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