- by Teemu Hupli
Howalt’s book stirs one’s habitual assumptions about not only how and why we look at photographs, but also about how they and we, all of us collectively and individually, are actually situated in the long continuum of history—which we can only hope will not repeat itself without limit.
Are we alone in the system? If we are, what does it mean—if anything? If we aren’t, then what? Are we pointless lumps of matter, marginal side products of the cosmic process? Or something more…?
