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Devil’s Daughter III

The Devil’s daughter finds the literary community nauseating. The Devil has taught her that the world deserves contempt and destruction. She once read a tweet that a worker bee makes very little honey in her lifetime and it must be devastating to have it all stolen by humans. The Devil’s daughter is delighted by this.…
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Devil’s Daughter II
The devil’s daughter likes to cook in her spare time. When she is not busy inflicting harm on this fragile world, she also likes to read Clarice Lispector. The devil’s daughter doesn’t like to read anyone else. The devil’s daughter likes red meat and red carnations. The door of her high-rise apartment is painted…
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Devil’s Daughter / Issued in public interest
I have embraced my new position as a ghoul. It was long time coming, for the daughter of a devil (more often than not) turns out to be a devil herself. For anyone interested, the discovery was not startling and rather liberating. Like a criminal, I am now against the world, free to do whatever…
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Mound of the Dead

The famous Hindi writer Rangey Raghav has a novel on the Indus Valley civilization. It is called मुर्दों का टीला, or Mound of the Dead. Apart from describing the long defunct civilisation, this phrase can also be used to aptly describe modern men. To encounter the modern man is to encounter a dead body. To…
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An incomplete list of all the things I am
The first thing I am is not good at mathematics. I am not intelligent. I am unmarriageable because I had no interest in cooking, wore shorts, and read books like Dracula. I am ruined because I wore perfume when I was nine. I am too domestic because I eventually started enjoying cooking. I am intelligent…
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The immortal intellectuals

In an important part of the world, right next to a colony of cockroaches, is a group of people who claim to have understood the ephemera of existence, their beautiful faces glowing in the aureate evening light with melancholy, hands holding the poetic letters of an incomplete love, their feet perfectly arched in a sorrowful…
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Notes on love / A found letter by Ingeborg Bachmann
Life is not going to accommodate us, Ingeborg; waiting for that would surely be the most unfitting way for us to be. Be—yes, we can and are allowed to do so. To be—be there for another. Even if it is only a few words, alla breve, one letter once a month: the heart will know…
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Tale of a dazzlingly boring girl
She is in bed, her neck is swollen, and the ubiquity of mirrors in her home suddenly bothers her. She doesn’t want to look at herself. She doesn’t want to do anything except talk about her illness. She realizes that no one wants to hear her talk about it continuously. She is dazzlingly boring. To…
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A discovered note
An unknown woman’s suicide note in an unknown corner of the world: there was nowhere in the world one could live like an animal.
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Notes on love / on disturbance
I find ridiculous the contemporary idea that love must exist without disturbance, without inconvenience. That love must only be continued if there are no consequences, damage, “cost” (to borrow the favoured business term). When a person extends her hand into the water, the water is disturbed. When the whisk goes into eggs, the eggs are…
