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Affairs Mk. 3 LXIV / Promenades ajoutées III (Impression from a Ramadan Night)

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Nachtstücke Mk. 2 XX / Inert Sentinel

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Nachtstücke Mk. 2 XIX / Ohne Titel VII

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Nachtstücke Mk. 2 XVIII / Ein Echo im Geist eines anderen

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Affairs Mk. 3 LXIII / Promenades ajoutées II

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Affairs Mk. 3 LXII / Closing Time

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For Tsai Ming-liang III / I Don't Want to Sleep Alone III

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Nachtstücke Mk. 2 XVII / Ohne Titel VI

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Melancholia Mk. 2 LVI / Cora

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Affairs Mk. 3 LXI (#2) / 無題

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Melancholia Mk. 2 LV / হেঁয়ালি

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Melancholia Mk. 2 LIV / Crave

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Affairs Mk. 3 LXI / New Meat (For Old Stomach)

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Nachtstücke Mk. 2 XVI / Ohne Titel V

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Tenebrae Eternae XI / Lumen

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In memoriam Bryn Jones IV / Narcotic II

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Datura Maneuvers V / I'll Love You, in the City of Men (Words I Heard)

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Affairs Mk. 3 LX / Concurrent Affairs III (The Chairperson, Revisited)

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Sojourn XIV / Radiate/Linger

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Passengers in the Twilight VI / Courage (the Cowardly)

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Nachtstücke Mk. 2 XV / Ohne Titel IV

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Melancholia Mk. 2 LIII / Impasse

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Semilog Mk. 2 VI / Cerulean Transience of All My Imagined Shores

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In memoriam Mark Rothko XII / Sans titre I

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Ontopology XLI / Écoutez, Répètez

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Affairs Mk. 3 LIX / As I Was Moving...

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Mysterious Semblance Mk. 2 II / শশিভূষণ III

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Melancholia Mk. 2 LII / Stellet II

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Affairs Mk. 3 LVIII / Ricordi della casa gialla III

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In memoriam Clayton Counts & For Neil Keener Mk. 2 XVI / How Strangely Still the Water is Today II

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In memoriam Thomas Bernhard II / Das Kalkwerk

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Melancholia Mk. 2 LI / Duidelijk III

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Affairs Mk. 3 LVII / Shrimp Sushi

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Affairs Mk. 3 LVI / Heritage Sweets

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For Roger Karmanik XXI / A Dagger in My Body in My Garden II

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Out of Cold Storage XI / Radio Gra

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In memoriam Jonas Bergqvist VI / Twitch

 I. (Cont.)

Vanumoti began working the chandan again and whispered, "If you don't take me with you today, I won't embark on the pyre with you..".

Birchandra turned distracted for a moment. As if he looked within himself, felt every organ to its end. He sighed, "Vanu, you spoke of my death on this day?"

Vanumoti answered at once, "No, not at all. I won't go to the pyre because I will be long dead before that. Trust me, I will!"

Smiling mildly with a raised brow, the king said, "What in the world?!! Don't you know how much virtue you could get from being a Sati? Dhanyamanikya's archqueen Kamala gets worshipped in every household. You are my archqueen, only you have the fortune to go into death with me. No other queen has that".

Vanumoti replied, "I don't need that fortune. I will die before that, I must! That owl-faced, spited, ill-born Rajeshwari; that witch, that bastard, husband killing Rajeshwari can burn in your pyre, I'll watch from heaven!"

Birchandra bursted out in a laughter this time.

Birchandra knows that it is not surprising that wives will have a relation of aggression, jealousy and spite amongst themselves. There was even a prior incident of one queen poisoning another, in this very palace. But no queen dares to reveal animosity towards another in front of the king. Krishnakishor Manikya, father of Birchandra, had banished a queen for her insolent mannerisms during his reign. Birchandra too does not bother himself about the queens' internal unrest whatsoever, it is outright forbidden to even bring up such matters before him. But Vanumoti's words are autonomous, she's his adolescent sweetheart after all! It does not make sense to govern her.

Still caught in a near-frenzy of laughter, he said, "Husband killing bastard! Such uncivil words! Do you know what the people think? That everyone in the palace speaks in standard language. Does not bring swearwords to their mouths at all. I can't with you anymore, Vanu! You know, by now, any other queen would have payed with their heads for uttering this kind of words to me!"

Vanumoti arose and quickly brought a sword from around the corner. Wrapped in a jewelled sheath, this sword is called Nimcha. It is said that Birchandra's ancestor King Gavindamanikya was gifted this sword by Sultan Suja, son of Delhi's emperor Shahjahan. Even though the kings of this dominion only dress in plain cotton clothing on the Hasham Feast, it is obligatory to take this sword with them.

Vanumoti unsheathed the majestic blade, "Go ahead, kill me right now. I will get rid of all the distress finally, then. You are going to announce Radhu as the crown prince today, aren't you?"

The jestfulness on Birchandra's face was replaced by annoyance this time. Is there no way to keep secrets anymore?!! That he will announce Radhakishor, eldest son of his second wife Rajeshwari, as the crown prince should be known by only two person, according to his knowlesge. Even Rajeshwari herself does not know about it. How has this news even reached Vanumoti?

Birchandra said, in a serious tone, "Your son too will be the grand Thakur. I have broken a law just to please you!"

"I don't want that, No, I don't. I will send Samar to Kolkata—"

Both of them were cut off by a sudden sound, which forced their eyes towards the door.

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In memoriam Vern Rumsey & For Justin Trosper and Sara Lund II / All Souls Day

 I. (Cont.)

Mahadevi Vanumoti is the archqueen of this kingdom. Vanumoti is nearly the same age as the king and at the time of their marriage, both of them were adolescents. Before she was his soulmate, she passed time as his playmate. That dynamic still persists to this day, more or less. There are other queens younger and more beautiful than her, and the king often visits the quarter of one or the other of them to spend the night; but Vanumoti gets frequent visits, even in the daytime because none of the other matches the archqueen in terms of playfulness that the king is always craving. In the grand, private chamber, Vanumoti does not always behave with solemn respect with King Birchandra but, more on the contrary, pokes the king with acrid mockery a little bit too often to be considered isolated cases. One day, she was sobbing and circling the master bed as the king desperately tried to console her theatrical glumness with songs; a few of the servants catching this sight from hidden corners were nearing loss of sense from utter surprise. To think such a mighty and at times, cruel sovereign could be reduced to childlike behaviours at times!

Mahadevi Vanumoti is of sound health; marks of aging have yet to show up on her skin, and there's a certain ferocity of youth still looming on her face; her eyes are rather wide compared to the usual Monipuri. Even though she's effectively entered the later period of her life, the gay restlessness of youth adorns her voice still.

Putting droplets of chandan on the king's forehead, Vanumoti stated mildly, "Today I'll go with you".

Not breaking out of his song, King Birchandra gestured with his eyes, asking, "where?".

Vanumoti said, "I'll go with you to the Hasham feast. I'll sit beside you".

The King was taken aback slightly. He tilted his head to look at the queen straight, "Another day, another bout of madness, huh?"

Vanumoti swiftly replied, "what madness is here at all? Can the queen not be beside her king?"

Birchandra began caressing her chin gently, "Oh, you remain a child still, Vanu! Is there any custom in our lineage where the queen comes in front of the public eye?... Are you done with preparing me? Can't be anymore late, the day's falling".

Vanumoti smiled sharply, "Yes, at least on one day the queen comes in public beside the king. Don't they? Although the king doesn't notice that... But thousands upon thousands of citizen do. Other than that one day, why, why can't I go out with you?"

To shift the topic, the king said, slightly awkwardly, "Oh, where is my Nimcha?.. I have to be there soon".

Vanumoti replied, "Your preparation is still not done. Sit down quietly..."

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Ontopology XL / Immanuel Focus

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Nachtstücke Mk. 2 XIV / Cold Lamping II

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In memoriam Toshio Matsumoto Mk. 2 III / Shift III

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Affairs Mk. 3 LV / Gifzi Iconic Brand

 I. (Cont.)

The subjects will not know, that today Maharaja Birchandra Manikya will take photographs from the verandah of the palace. Today, representatives from each tribe under his dominion will gather at the capital; just the perfect occassion. Recently he brought a new camera from Bavaria, it was marketed as being highly capable of telephoto shots; the King will get to test the new gear out as well.

Some bands have arrived already. To faciliate their hosting, the grand courtyard in front of the palace is ready, with tents and spaces specified according to the royal guests' tribal identities. Each of the present bands was coming forth under the verandahs of the Royal Palace, shouting exaltation in name of the King; before settling into their designated spaces. During this time of tribal induction into the ceremony, there existed no custom for the King to be present amidst; the tribes are functionally pledging loyalty to the palace itself. After the sunset, when the moon of Dashami springs onto the sky, then the King, belonging to the mythical Chandra pedigree, will arrive at the courtyard, standing on a moderate platform to address the head of each tribe and accept their gifts. Registry is not obligatory today. The grand feast's expenditure was arranged entirely from the royal treasury; but no matter how poor these simple tribesmen were, they would not arrive at the King's palace empty-handed. After the induction and reception is through, the King will have dinner with the tribesmen on a giant rosette in the courtyard.

This tradition has been observed officially since time long forgotten: Hasham Feast on the day of Bijaya Dashami. Some like to call it Ashama Feast, weighing towards a more standard language. Among these many tribes, there were many disparities across a large number of metrics and criteria. Almost everyone was below the poverty line and in half-garments; regardless, some of them consider their own to be of a higher caste than some others. There was no social tolerance towards marriages between would-be spouses of different tribes. Just a few days ago, a Chakma dame looking to put garlands on a Halam youth drew the ire of the local Chakma community. Consequently, both of them were chased down and lynched by the angry mob. The Halam community was discriminated against by many others in the region; because they belonged to the slave class and they had no independent livelihood. On the contrary, the Halam proudly state that this grand feast on Bijaya Dashami is actually the Halam Feast. Once upon a time, Tripura military was primarily composed of Halam tribesmen; hence, they are not slaves but first-line servers of the King as his warriors and, exactly due to that reason, the Maharajas of the royal bloodline have observed this annual dinner throughout the ages. Whichever the traditional root might be, and regardless of the prior rules, Maharaja Birchandra Manikya wants to unite all the tribes on this day and, by example of the feast partaken by all, neutralise any kind of perceived discrimination between them. He wants to remind them that each tribe is united under the larger body of the kingdom.

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Nowhere/Nothing XI / When Your Heroin(e) Has Gone

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Melancholia Mk. 2 L / Stranded

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Nowhere/Nothing X / Midnite Crawleers

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In memoriam Ernest Hemingway II / For Whom the Bell Tolls II (Robert and María Under the Smog, Day 3)

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In memoriam Jibanananda Das IV / নির্জন স্বাক্ষর II

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Melancholia Mk. 2 XLIX / Sonder II

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Portraits XII / Cold Lamping

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Melancholia Mk. 2 XLVIII / Geheimnis II