The phrase “as of yet…” captured by a machine made to capture the way light reflects from surfaces in a particular instant in the flow of time.
From Amor Towles’s novel “The Lincoln Highway.”
“The funny thing about a picture, thought Wooly, the funny thing about a picture is that while it knows everything that’s happened up until the moment it’s been taken, it knows absotively nothing about what will happen next. And yet, once the picture has been framed and hung on the wall, what you see when you look at it closely are all the things that were about to happen. All the un-things. The things that were unanticipated. And unintended. And unreversible.”