Here is to the experience of time framed by waiting and the power relations that are weaved into it. The significant political questions and demands for understanding what waiting have been about. Waiting for an acceptance letter, waiting for a visa appointment, waiting for another year, waiting for my case to come up, waiting for my number to be called, waiting for the morning to rise. I, like many, am still waiting for our voices to be heard and for a sense of calm and belonging to settle in our bodies. In “over and over and over”, three performers long for a channel to tune in, to open up the singular weight of their waiting into a collective experience.