From the moment of my birth, the angels of
anxiety, worry, and death stood at my side, followed me out when I played,
followed me in the sun of springtime and in the glories of summer. They stood
at my side in the evening when I closed my eyes, and intimidated me with death,
hell, and eternal damnation. And I would often wake up at night and stare
widely into the room: Am I in Hell?
Edvard Munch, Evening on Karl Johan (1892)Link13 Self-Portraits by Edvard Munch |
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