Hi Sleepy. Do you ever feel like you’ve swapped yourself out, part by part, until you’re a totally different person, yet somehow still…you? Tonight, we set sail on the ship of Theseus, only to lose the rudder and find a violin instead. We spiral through liquid glass interfaces from the ’90s, winter mornings at minus 30°C, the dizzy terror of spinning taxis, and an oak tree that may or may not live inside me.
This is a swirling, windy episode. An introspective drift through memories of childhood fires, self-doubt, violin camps, and the inexplicable beauty of being the very fingertip of bliss in a clam-indifferent universe.
You’re welcome to join the Facebook group, by the way. You’ll find some friendly Swedes and maybe even a giggling god or two.
It is what it is. What happens, happens. And right now, there’s nothing we can do about it. Let’s begin.
Sleep Tight!
More about Henrik, click here: https://linktr.ee/Henrikstahl
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