Whether I arrived in Oslo at night or in the morning it makes no difference — night and day were the same here. In Oslo, I did not need to visit the Munch Museum — insomniacs on the street walking around in a daze faithfully re-enacted Munch's documentary. I began to understand the high rate of suicides in Norway due partially to extreme seasonal changes and partially to the angst of civilization. Munch was not simply composing scenes from his dreams. Viking blood may lie dormant, but the corpses are restless. Zombies in the night exchanging glances, wondering in the night what were the chances they would fall asleep before the night was through...
Mingling among the zombies, I soon stumbled upon the Vigeland Sculpture Garden — Vigelandsanlegget — Norway's complement to India's
Khajuraho Temples.
This 20 year sculpture project by Gustav Vigeland
expresses the Nørge
aesthetic unequivocally: big, round, nude —
nothing quite like the freedom from outer layers in the land of the midnight sun.
Vigeland also designed the Nobel Peace Prize
medallion:
small, round, nude. Vikings giving out peace prizes? Hmmm...
Vigeland Sculpture Garden
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Back on the train, we passed through Swedish towns of varying sizes such as Trollhättan, the site, where precisely 33 years later, the Kleine Leapers

Leap into the Void



