Marcel Winatschek

Thoughts at the Speed of Sound

Lying in bed with the sheets tangled and the pillows useless. Blanket bunched up. You haven’t even undressed. You’re just staring at the ceiling while your brain refuses to settle. It throws thoughts at you like vultures, and you can’t organize any of it into something that makes sense.

What you need is clarity. But instead you’re stuck with this noise—the coworker who hates you, the money situation, what comes next in your career and your love life and your actual life. No one can untangle these for you. No one can pull them out and sort them. So you lie there.

You know other people have it worse. You know that knowing this doesn’t help. It never has.

So you put on Zola Jesus, then A$AP Rocky, then Disclosure. You listen because it’s the only thing that feels possible. Not a fix. Not even close. Just something to do while your head keeps spinning.