Now, future generations can become depressed looking at this "masterpiece".
Existentialism isn't for everybody. I like it, tho.
> Now, future generations can become depressed looking at this "masterpiece".
"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
In a sense, Munch weren't far wrong. The sky *was* that color, and nature *was* in an uproar... because the island volcano of Krakatau had blown itself to flinders not long before and filled the stratosphere with ash, dust and sulphur compounds. The sky looked spooky weird at the time.