Fall asleep with Henrik

Hi Sleepy. This time I wander through childhood memories, my old teenage barbershop quartet, an old friend, and some thoughts about how strange it is to simply be alive. My English stumbles here and there, my thoughts wander off, and I occasionally forget what I was talking about. As usual. You don’...

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 paved, and when you came off a bike on that surface it took a wide decorative area out of you and filled it with small stones. And th...

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 speaking-English-into-a-microphone thing. This is me letting my mind wander. No script, no soothing affirmations, just my imperfect English and whatever thought...