We’ve all become sunrise editors. I woke up the other morning to a phone that had been busy all night without me, again. Before coffee, I’m already assigning my energy: what gets my attention, what gets binned and what gets sent on.
It’s not all doom and gloom, but it all competes for the same thing: your time and your loving interest. Somewhere on the island of Kaş in Turkey, fans had stayed up to watch the national team in the most glorious sunrise setting. By the time I’d reached for my handset, there were four versions of it waiting: a fan’s vertical clip from the beach, a drone shot from a regional sports page, a broadcaster’s cut-down already edged with a sponsor logo, and somebody’s reaction reel reacting to all three.
