I was overwhelmed by the feeling that I had stepped into someone’s sanctuary when I first set foot in this bus deep in the woods of Vancouver island. I spent only a few minutes in there, making sure to tread very lightly. This space felt like the end of the line, one step from just walking out into the woods, though to me, it was peaceful, like a crossroads. The person who inhabited it could let go of these last few worldly things, or begin work to rebuild their version of a civilized existence. I deeply connect with the instinct to find a little spot for myself that feels, for whatever reason inaccessible to everyone else. Sometimes, the end of the world can look really beautiful.