A.D.D. & H.

An autodidactic journal of collected moments concerning urbanism, photography and the art of daily life.
Edward Weston, 1920 Over the future, everybody deludes themselves. We can only be sure of the present moment. Yet is this true? Can we really know the present? Are we capable of judging it? How can somebody who doesn’t know the future make any sense of the present? If we don’t know towards which future the present leads us, how can we say that this present is good or bad, that it merits our support or our mistrust, or even our hatred?     —Milan Kundera, L’ignoranceEdward Weston, 1920 Over the future, everybody deludes themselves. We can only be sure of the present moment. Yet is this true? Can we really know the present? Are we capable of judging it? How can somebody who doesn’t know the future make any sense of the present? If we don’t know towards which future the present leads us, how can we say that this present is good or bad, that it merits our support or our mistrust, or even our hatred?     —Milan Kundera, L’ignorance

Edward Weston, 1920

Over the future, everybody deludes themselves. We can only be sure of the present moment. Yet is this true? Can we really know the present? Are we capable of judging it? How can somebody who doesn’t know the future make any sense of the present? If we don’t know towards which future the present leads us, how can we say that this present is good or bad, that it merits our support or our mistrust, or even our hatred?
     —Milan Kundera, L’ignorance

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