These documented people are my friends who are no longer in their familiar space similar to me. I began having a casual conversation with them by positioning them on the meaningless yet pure space, the white background. In between intervals, while sharing and communicating, the luminescence of the flash had lit and time and stories were momentarily piling up to form one certain image.

They mentioned more or less about their workplace, foods, friends, and families. However, these stories were not recorded nor captured. Their presence of the time had overlapped and their expression, gesture, garments, and countless details and symbolic codes were volatilzed on the surface of the photo.

In the end, the stain of one's actual being and the spot of one's gesture and motion have become permanent on the surface above the photo. While all these perceptions slip away through the surface of the photo, their stories were the perceptions of the existence of the space where they have existed that are solely the imaginary spaces between myself and camera and the gaps between the camera and these individuals that do exist.

In other words, the meaning and significance exist between the gaps. Between the meaningless and the insignificance. This gap merely provides with the actual significance. However, the meaning of this gap is not definite. Only the real existence of the gap, the existence of the space is actually left as a record and a document.

Nevertheless, that is the creation of the infinite senselessness or the insignificance within the gap. Perhaps my perceptions and their perceptions and that space where the existence of the perceptions between the non-perceptive gap, which manifests in the end the meanings within inexhaustible gap just like a photo. A photo is simply a space. The time of a photo is jumbled chaos. This photo is just like a piece of comics. All these meanings occur and at the same time lapse between the space to space and gap to gap.