A Scream

I was walking along a path with two friends – the sun was setting – suddenly the sky turned blood red – I paused, 

feeling exhausted, and leaned on the fence – there was blood and tongues of fire above the blue-black fjord and 

the city – my friends walked on, and I stood there trembling with anxiety – and I sensed an infinite scream passing

 through nature.
                                                                                                                                  Edvard Munch 1895