May 1, 2019
3 min read
I Need The Opposite Of Meditation
To feel the scream inside of me reflected in the world outside.
A few years ago, I went to an exhibition of Edvard Munch’s work at the Pompidou centre in Paris. I got to see the infamous Scream painting, not just once, but dozens of times. Munch had painted the tormented face time and time again. Like an obsession.
