Warm Hands, Cold Night

Fall asleep with Henrik · Mar 8, 2026 · 1h

Hi Sleepy!I start with my hands.Not in a dramatic way. Just soap bubbles and warm water and suddenly the realization that these hands have been with me my whole life. They’ve touched thousands upon thousands of objects I don’t remember. Door handles, coffee mugs, faces, fish-shaped cutting boards that looked more like potatoes with fins.We wander through Falun’s red dust under my childhood nails. Through my grandmother’s cool pianist hands. Through a teacher who showed me that whatever shape my hands made was a real shape. Through strangers on trams with secret model-airplane lives. Through…