I’m comforted to know that I have all the time in the world. 
I’m devastated to know that what I do right now is really important. 
As important as what I’ve done is, 
And also as important as what I will do will be. 

I’m devastated to know that it matters.
That it matters that I couldn’t look them in the eyes.
I’m devastated to know that it didn’t mean anything new. 
That It meant that I was fading again. 
Fading into the background, fading into the foreground, it doesn’t matter. 
My state of being was changing, and it felt real. 

I’m comforted to know that I don’t know how long it will take. 
I’m comforted to know that I don’t fantasize anymore. 
At least not as much as I used to. 

I used to envision all the possibilities. 
To imagine everyone I used to know, watching me being close with all the people I have yet to know. 

To imagine that the people I used to know would be impressed by the company I will be keeping, in the future.

That they would like what they were seeing.

I liked imagining that they would be surprised. 
I used my shame to my advantage back then. 
The more I was embarrassed by who I was, the easier it was to imagine the admiration people would feel while watching me become. 

But I’m here now, and they're definitely not watching me.

So here I am, here, and I’m a bit scared by her urgency, but I don’t interrupt her, because I’ve wasted far too much time laying bricks. 

I'm fading again and
She says there is only one thing to do.
I keep fading, but she's saying -
I keep fading into her, keep fading past her, 
she says, 
there is only one thing we can do. 

we have to stop everything - stop eating, stop drinking, stop accepting. 

I tell her I’m in. 
She says we can still smoke cigarettes. 
She fears no one else will join. 
I wrap myself in orange blankets, I light small red candles, I sleep very lightly in my IKEA BED IN BERLIN.

I'm in. If we do it, if we really do it, they have to listen, right?

If we all stop everything, they have to CEASE FIRE, right? 

And if we stop everything, and never start, and we say now, and we say now means now, and we never stop saying it until they have stopped killing people, displacing people, and breaking everything they have.. then.. 

Then all of a sudden, I’m somewhere else, and I am eating, drinking, and accepting, like my life depends on it. 
I am laying brick after brick after brick. 

All of a sudden I'm not stopping. I am making food, cleaning, and keeping things light. All of a sudden I have something to lose. I have to keep living. Nowadays I'm sleeping in a totally different IKEA bed which isn’t in Berlin, and it’s got white covers and baby blue sheets, and I’m comforted to know that what I'm doing right now is really important.

I have all the time in the world, but I wonder how much time there really is in the world…

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Tale by Klara Branting Paulsell


(ether o) BIO
( ether o ) is an interdisciplinary artist, drummer, producer, DJ, energy and sound practitioner from Taiwan, currently based in Berlin, Germany. Their diverse artistic portfolio encompasses video, sound, sculpture, installation, performance, artistic research, and workshops.

Employing a conceptual approach to music and sound, they view these elements as instruments for storytelling. Drawing on their background as a drummer, they frequently use drums as storytelling devices, incorporating a variety of gestures into their work.

Their performance practice has evolved into an ongoing exploration of the intersection between body, movement, and sound, emphasizing themes of representation, care, and healing within decolonial narratives. These ideas can be found in their DJ sets and have expanded into the production of percussion-based, bass-heavy dance music.

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