drowned

Edvard Munch

The Scream

1893, Tempera and pastel on board91 x 73.5 cm

"I was out walking with two friends. The sun began to set. I felt a breath of melancholy. Suddenly the sky turned blood-red. I paused, deathly tired and leaned on a fence looking out across the flaming clouds over the blue-black fjord and towns. My friends walked on and there I still stood, trembling with fear - and I sensed a great, infinite scream run through nature."

---Edvard Munch

站立不穩。光線沉沒在影子中，feel like sinking。我蹲下，所有人前進。很多影子在流動，漸行漸遠，拉成一條條血紅的瘦長的線。我只有瑟縮，如石子投在海裡。

許多許多瘋狂的影像，畫面在眼前變形，顏色扭曲成一團。湧來莫名其妙的囈語，whispering，聲音在腦中炸開。炸開。抱著頭的動作像是會在下一秒粉碎。