On chasing a feat and a Sandra Nasic song

He spent an hour making sure a Tidal playlist had the right version of a song. Then walked away from a spreadsheet he’d spent weeks building without a second thought.

The week Taliesin remembered Majorca

He was lying in a London hotel bed, questioning himself after a strange morning, when someone walked up and pointed at him across the lobby. Nine years, and it was just still there.