Hi Sleepy. This episode starts somewhere between a weather forecast and an unknown song, and then tumbles headfirst into illusions, windmills, and the inexplicable human need to throw raw eggs into fans. I talk about nutcases (actual nuts may be involved), being a self-observing street rat, and my unwavering defence of my mother when I was seventeen and vibrating with teenage fury.
We ponder the pedestal of purpose, the ghost of Don Quixote, and the mysterious romance of telepathy across time. There’s also a forest. And a stove. And a scandal involving a man who snored through an entire audiobook.
Somewhere in all this, Sleepy, we might discover the meaning of life. Or not. But either way — this is your cue to loosen your grip, tilt your mind slightly to the left, and begin your peculiar little journey to sleep.
Sleep tight!
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