Purring Through the Apocalypse

Hi Sleepy. Tonight we begin in the usual humble abode, that small studio in the backyard where the past still keeps some furniture, and we drift from sticky thoughts to electric shocks, from the mystery of knowledge forming in the brain to Flingan the tick-covered philosopher cat. There is a warehouse dream in here somewhere. A studio inside a studio. A window with light outside it. There is also a midsummer doorstep, a cat who once knew exactly what to do, magpies, alarm clocks, denim men in dreams, the Tower of Babel (although I say Babylon in the episode, sorry about that), and God possibly needing better communication skills. This is an episode about being trapped in a mind, but also gently accompanied inside it. By a voice. By a cat. By a strange thought that refuses to become useful. For falling asleep, drifting off to sleep, or simply spending a peaceful night with your own sticky little brain. Sleep Tight! More about Henrik, click here: https://linktr.ee/Henrikstahl Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.