I approach the world around me as if an investigator study the details of a crime scene in order to get a full picture of the event. I trace the details around me to get the picture of the world that I live in. I visualize the world as if it is constructed with these fragments, which are constantly coming and going in pieces. They appear in a speed of light and disappear with the burst of light. When I walk on the street, ordinary places with ordinary scenes become memorable. These scattered images to another spectator may be a stranger, a stray cat or a pigeon on the street. But in my eyes, these moments of a stranger walking by, a stray cat roaming in an alley, or pigeons exploring their world, are moments captured in my mind. Although they might not be Kodiak moment materials, but they are fragments that signify a moment of truth. An element that adds on to my existence.