This image is a four-frame photo-film that was made in a photobooth. The photo features a story, whose narrative interest hinges on the authority that photobooths necessarily have over time. In the final frame, the time traveler can be seen holding the photo strip that he's gone to the future to retrieve from the very machine in which he's sitting. Insofar that a series of eight of these were made, this image may be best thought of in terms of performance.
When I finished making them, I left the mall that housed the photobooth looking very sweaty and dishevelled. As I left, a young girl read the words "Time Machine" on the device I was holding and asked the old man she was with what it meant. He smiled at me and said he hadn't seen a Time Machine in a long time and he asked me if he could borrow it. "Sorry buddy," I said, "this is my ticket out of here."