Tranquil Tête-à-Tête

First day back after the summer. I sit down and I start with gravel. Not the interesting kind. There isn't an interesting kind. But where I grew up almost nothing was…

It is summer, with all that comes with it, so this is a rerun. A fallback to a more innocent time, when I was still quite new at this whole…

Hi, Sleepy. Tonight I try to stand on the floor of not knowing. Not as a clever sentence, not as a podcast slogan, but as an actual place to put your feet in the…

Hi Sleepy. Tonight the talking puts on its shoes and wanders off again. A cold Stockholm morning becomes bluish mountains in Dalarna, which becomes old theater rooms…

Hi, Sleepy. Tonight we walk back to the old hiding place. The imaginary cabin in the deep Scandinavian forest, where the asphalt gives up, the gravel road gives up, and…

Hi, Sleepy. Tonight we begin in the benigning, which is not a word, but it might be a place. A small Swedish-English place where I stand with my pockets full of…

In this episode, Sleepy, I try to list everything in the universe before the hour is over. It starts well, with light, the moon, spoons and dust, but then reality…

Tonight I fall into the strange little trapdoor between Swedish and English, Sleepy, where one word is perfectly innocent on one side of the sea and slightly alarming on…