A brief cultural history of the scream

I WAS walking along the road with two friends the sun was setting, Edvard Munch wrote in his diary in 1892. Suddenly the sky turned blood red…there was blood and tongues of fire above the blue-black fjord and the city…I sensed an infinite scream passing t…

I WAS walking along the road with two friends the sun was setting, Edvard Munch wrote in his diary in 1892. Suddenly the sky turned blood red…there was blood and tongues of fire above the blue-black fjord and the city…I sensed an infinite scream passing t…
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