Soul-ache is what closes you on an orange Tuesday evening.
The world is weighed down under a mad machine.
People stretched out of proportion, souls malnourished.
Everything shines an obnoxious, toxic orange.
Nauseous and exhausted.
The terror of knowing what this world is about looms in quietly, peacefully in majestic proportions.
My soul aches for me, for everyone. 

Edvard Munch - Der Schrei der Natur, The Scream of Nature

Edvard Munch – Der Schrei der Natur, The Scream of Nature


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