“I was walking along the road with two friends. The sun was setting. I felt a breath of melancholy – Suddenly the sky turned blood-red. I stopped, and leaned against the railing, deathly tired – looking out across the flaming clouds that hung like blood and a sword over the blue-black fjord and town My friends walked on – I stood there, trembling with fear. And I sensed a great, infinite scream pass through nature.” –Edvard Munch, written in his... Read more