Season 2

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 ...

Hi Sleepy. Tonight we float around in the sticky, beautiful weirdness of time. Physics time, dad-time, VHS-time, London-time. The kind of time where a star is a memory and a red light becomes a small moral philosophy. I talk about my broken English, my inner critic, and the strange rebel that keeps ...