Chloroformic Visions
Love the poetic writing in this article. They just don’t write the same anymore…
“My last sane recollection is of the surgeon applying the handkerchief to my mouth”
“So swift are the evolutions of thought when sense is subdued, and when the phantom monarch of dreams leads the soul through the endless avenues, swifter in its journeying then the short-lived fire which falls from the womb of an overburdened cloud.”
The daily exchange, April 02, 1861
workers on their way home – Edvard Munch – 1915