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 turning the microphone on anyway. We visit Darth Vader as my first real encounter with the word “evil,” and how movies keep trying to protect us from confusion, even though confusion is where the good stuff lives.
Then it gets small and human. A bike lane in Stockhom. A furious policeman. A childhood horn-honk in Hawk Bay with Rune (or Sune). Being told off and how it can drop you into a cold well in half a second. Also: a stroller, a car horn, and the kind of accidental social crime you can’t apologize your way out of.
Drift off to sleep, Sleepy. Let the thoughts wobble and pass.
Sleep Tight!
More about Henrik, click here: https://linktr.ee/Henrikstahl
","author_name":"Kirinaja"}