Hi, Sleepy. Tonight I record with a camera staring back and a desk lamp pretending to be the sun. We wander from “ugly days” and nameless feelings to a pocket-list of fears (being unloved, losing the thread) and a shy wish for an embrace that actually lands.
Stockholm drifts by in autumn colors; Antarctica glitters at the horizon; the anger engine sputters and we swap it for aim. It’s an introspective, slightly absurd ramble designed to help you drift off to sleep—soft edges, loose threads, and an imaginative lull between breaths.
It is what it is. What happens, happens. And right now, there’s nothing we can do except fall asleep together. Sleep Tight!
More about Henrik, click here: https://linktr.ee/Henrikstahl
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