One of the sites I stumbled across with my friend Jill in Prince Rupert was the elementary school that she attended as a girl. This place was the focus of my next day's walkabout and I found a space designed with such intent and purpose for education lying completely abandoned and without voice.
This piece of graffiti spoke to the tone of the leftover bits, forgotten and left to die, the resulting aftermath of discovering asbestos in the facility. There was an absolute sense of depair left here, the hope that everything would be achieved dashed hard along the rocky stretch of progress.