Edvard Munch

“From my depths I cried out to you. I cried out as though stepping up from engulfing fevers: Where am I? Reeling crazily, I stood in a swerving landscape, amid the giddiness of secret earthquakes, and cried out: Where am I? I recognized the world. It was hanging by one last twitching nerve. I saw the deathly sweat on things as they threshed about in spasms of agony.”