Edvard Munch Puberty 1894

Edvard Munch Puberty 1894Unknown Artist Heighton After HoursUnknown Artist Brent Lynch Evening Lounge
One was that of the clouds, driven across the moon in one direction, and the other was that of the stream of Dust, seeming to cross it in quite another.
And of the two, the Dust was flowing more quickly and at much greater volume. In fact, the whole sky seemed to be flowing the sraf, which had nurtured their lives and their world for thirty-three thousand years, had begun to fail just over three hundred years ago.
According to Will, the Guild of the Torre degli Angeli, the owners of the subtle knife, had been careless; they hadn't always closed the windows with it, a great inexorable flood pouring out of the world, out of all the worlds, into some ultimate emptiness.Slowly, as if they were moving themselves in her mind, things joined up.Will and Lyra had said that the subtle knife was three hundred years old at least. So the old man in the tower had told them.The mulefa had told her that