A personal exploration of autism from a brother’s perspective, including family relationships, philosophy, neuroscience, mental health history and ethics
I often look at photos that have random people caught in them as passersby or the like, and wonder at the confluence of fate or whatever that put them in that spot to be captured, and then they took the next steps or drove on or whatever to their own destiny and out of the one in the photograph. I hope the guy is ok too, since we cannot know, I am going to imagine a future (which is now) in which he is well and happy. Why not, right?
With cameras at every street corner, it won’t be long before one can know exactly what path a person takes from any given moment. Thankfully we are not there yet and can still use our imagination to wonder.
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I love the guy striding across the picture. I wonder, where is he now?
Gee… 30 years later… could be anywhere. I hope he’s ok.
I often look at photos that have random people caught in them as passersby or the like, and wonder at the confluence of fate or whatever that put them in that spot to be captured, and then they took the next steps or drove on or whatever to their own destiny and out of the one in the photograph. I hope the guy is ok too, since we cannot know, I am going to imagine a future (which is now) in which he is well and happy. Why not, right?
With cameras at every street corner, it won’t be long before one can know exactly what path a person takes from any given moment. Thankfully we are not there yet and can still use our imagination to wonder.
;>)
I hope there is never total certainty. In this as in everything. Surely we will always need that element of mystery? I will, anyway…
I agree. Mystery is very important. And imagination.