When does an art work becomes a work? Is it the moment when it is shown to the public? Is it the moment when the artist says it’s finished? If it becomes a piece of work when the artist claims it to be, then this website contains documented moments of my life that are both work and non/work: tedious and passionate processes, as well as ephemeral encounters, slipped through my mind without noticing. The fact that they were documented in the forms of photograph, video, or text only preserve a fragmented dimension of their life. Where their next destination occurs is often out of my knowing.