Existential Comfort Food

Hi, Sleepy.This one starts somewhere between a weather forecast and a song I don't know. Then it tumbles into illusions, windmills, and the human need to throw raw eggs into fans.I talk about nutcases. About being a street rat who watches himself. About defending my mother when I was seventeen and shaking with teenage fury. About Don Quixote, purpose, and telepathy across time. There's a forest, a stove, and a man who snored through an entire audiobook.Maybe we find the meaning of life. Probably not. Loosen your grip a little and drift.Sleep tight.More about me: https://linktr.ee/HenrikstahlFrom the archive, first heard in July 2025. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Hi, Sleepy.This is a long one. I stitched five episodes together into one slow stretch of sound. Hours of it.It starts with "This is not a sleep podcast". Then "I feel like I'm taking care of Henrik". Then "The anatomy of loneliness" and "Arses and information". And at the end, "Tranquil tête-à-tête", where time forgets to tick.You don't need to hear all of it. You don't need to hear any of it. Let the thoughts dissolve like sugar in tea, and drift.Sleep tight.More about me: https://linktr.ee/HenrikstahlFrom the archive, first heard in August 2025. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Hi, Sleepy.Tonight I fall headfirst into memory. A snowy road. A sausage in the oven. A father crying over forgotten ice cream.I talk about a small trauma in 1980s Sweden. A forgotten needle. A hard ball of modeling clay. A mother on retreat in a silent convent. Somehow it all connects to sleep. Or doesn't.There's no moral here, no advice. Just what happened, and how it still lives in me.This one is for you if you've ever needed to forgive yourself for feeling everything at once. Or nothing at all.Sleep tight.More about me: https://linktr.ee/HenrikstahlFrom the archive, first heard in June 2025. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Hi, Sleepy.It's just you and me again, in my little studio in Stockholm. It's early, earlier than I'd like, and summer has turned everything green overnight. How does that always happen?I talk about washing dishes for a living when I was 25. About bedtime battles with the big questions. About those strange intrusive thoughts, like stabbing forks, or asking strangers for their hats. It's less scary than it sounds.No script, no editing. Just the oddly comforting chaos of being human. None of us are perfect, and that's fine.Sleep tight.More about me: https://linktr.ee/HenrikstahlFrom the archive, first heard in May 2025. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Hi, Sleepy.I start on a rainy afternoon in Stockholm and go wherever my head takes me. Marble statues of sorrow. Craving sugar. A monk's TV room and a beard brushing my forehead. Carrying too many plastic bags.I talk about illusions and instant gratification. About loneliness. About disappointing first kisses. About how strangely normal my dreams became after I had looked grief straight in the face.And through all of it, I just want to be a decent person. Not perfect. Just decent.It's okay to feel lost. It's okay to want to be held. Let's sit here a while.Sleep tight.More about me: https://linktr.ee/HenrikstahlFrom the archive, first heard in June 2025. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Hi, Sleepy.This one starts with a welcome to everyone who had just found the podcast. I explain what this is. Not a meditation. Not relaxation. Just me, talking, hoping it helps you fall asleep. You don't have to listen. I really mean that.I talk about language, and how every older generation thinks the younger one is ruining everything. I tell an embarrassing story from my early acting days, when I met my idol Henric Holmberg and blew him kisses. I've never quite gotten over it.And I wonder at the fact that I can sit in a little room in Stockholm and talk to you, wherever you are.Sleep tight.More about me: https://linktr.ee/HenrikstahlFrom the archive, first heard in June 2024. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Hi, Sleepy. It's me again. Henrik.I'm a Swedish man with a microphone and no filter, speaking English as well as I can.I talk about being a parent. About loneliness. About oceans and boats. About triangles on Venus. About how little I can control, and what a birthday must have felt like in 1348.I tell you what I'm afraid of. I say thank you to my imagination. Then I keep talking, because that's what I do. Some of the words find each other. Some don't.This isn't a lullaby. It's something else.Sleep tight.More about me: https://linktr.ee/HenrikstahlFrom the archive, first heard in May 2025. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Hi, Sleepy.I'm lying on my sofa in Stockholm. It's summer when I do the recording. The window is open and it's quiet out there.I talk about minds meeting across time and distance. About Harold the hamster, who keeps running. About a girl who asked her father why she has to exist.These are the questions that come when the lights go out. Forever. Being. Not knowing. I don't have any answers. I just walk around in the questions for a while, and you can come along.Sleep tight.More about me: https://linktr.ee/HenrikstahlFrom the archive, first heard in June 2025. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Hi, Sleepy.This sort of a reintroduction, cause of lovely newcomers! I'm Swedish and I'm doing this in English. I'm nervous. I don't have a plan.I talk about being afraid of failing. About being a boy. About sleep as a kind of vacation. About doing something without knowing how.No sheep. No whalesong. I just talk. And somewhere in there is the idea that you are not alone in this.Sleep if you want. Or don't.Sleep tight.More about me: https://linktr.ee/HenrikstahlFrom the archive, first heard in May 2025. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Hi Sleepy!I'm getting older. My body knows it. My thoughts move slower than they used to. Inside I still feel like I did at twenty.For many years I tried to be the kind of man I thought I was supposed to be. I drank too much. The shame from those years is still with me.Now I make the things I want to make. It took a long time to get here.I also think about consciousness. About what a self is. The cells in my body. The universe. And me somewhere in between, one single person who can never be replaced.You don't have to follow along. Let the words pass.Sleep Tight!From the archive, first heard in June 2024. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.