My office is in the old Niels Bohr Institute, built in 1920. When I need to unwind, I take a stroll in Fælledparken, or grab a pastry. My favourite bridge in Copenhagen is Dyssebroen.

Art, I suspect, is gradually becoming humanity’s last true language. I have failed at it in every medium I’ve ever tried, yet art remains central to my life. Lately, I think about how science may open new frontiers for art. My dream is to build an instrument based on the harmonic series of a black hole. If this resonates with you, let’s connect.

Before moving to Denmark, I evaded geese in Waterloo, I sang Wonderwall one too many times (twice) in Manchester, and I grew up in Madrid, which I pronounce Madriz. My family comes from Monreal del Campo, along with the best saffron in the world.