Depth is not, but cannot be contracted. What we lose in the photograph, if we assume photographs are indexical, is scale, hence the infinite. On the other hand, if we assume that photographs indicate, rather than index, then they lead us out of their flatness and back into the infinite.
Progeny of photography: stereoscopy and virtual reality gadgets, try to amass scale within themselves. No matter what, this is always a fictive infinite.
Alterity discards its Being. Being loses its Alterity.
What is so beautiful about the world? What is so ugly about it? It’s nothing!
A ladder! A ladder! January 2023 at Paola, Malta. Photograph by the author.