The Scream is silent. While the sound-waves seem to permeate the very contours of the environment, distorting all that surrounds it, the scream is apparently not heard by the people walking over the bridge in the background. In my mind, the androgenous character whose ears are covered and whose mouth is forming the wound through which the scream might come, is mysteriously unable to give voice to the mixture of pain, ecstasy and intensity that might constitute sound.