I’m again having a shower in another open-air bathroom in Indonesia, this time located in a budget bungalow in Nusa Penida island. The water is cold, but ok. I look at the sky. The tone is pink, post-sunset pink. I often remember, when I see the sky like this, the song Pink Rabbits. It’s a slow-burn song, very light, like the sky now. It makes me feel like writing, taking notes, put down pen to paper, make lists, annotate dreams and ideas. There’s something about being able to bath under the sky without any kind of man-made intermediation, like a window, or a roof, or a ceiling: it feels better, more divine than usual.