In the forgotten corner of Kitimat cozied up again the dense coast mountains cliff face sits the Canadian National Rail Station. She is an empty shell of her mid century glory cradled in the encroaching rainforest. Constructed in 1955, the once bustling hub was essential for the newly minted aluminum industry and their families. At the time, it was the only entry point to Kitimat by land. Having earned a heritage desigation only this year, it is Kitimat's only heritage building.

In this piece, I aim to capture the sublime majesty of the beautiful BC coastal forests and the humbling isolation of living in a small town at the end of the line. Despite the perceived control that colonialist ideologies project, we are mere guests to the natural world around us. And one day, when we are gone, we too will be swallowed back into the lush landscape that we carved out 70 years ago.