The Canada Linseed Oil Factory sits in the far southeast corner of Toronto’s Sorauren Park. Closed in the 1960’s, the abandoned factory is a dark, damp, and disgustingly dirty home to an innumerable amount of pigeons, travellers, street kids and everything in between. Yet, I’ve never been able to forget about it.
Back in high school a friend of mine had grown up in the area and affectionately referred to the factory as “The Zombie House,” something his family had dubbed it to dissuade the children from wanting to go near it. Jump to 9, 10 odd years later and we were suiting up for our first foray into the building.
Years later I can see the Zombie House as it really was, a pigeon crap covered, tetanus-rife, complete and total hazard zone. But the memories of hanging out on the tar covered roof, searingly hot due to the summer sun, with my dumb friends, doing dumb things, stuck with me.
Which is why this summer, after my friend Robin expressed an interest in seeing it for herself, I went back.
These are the photos of the day Robin and I returned to the Zombie House. I may have been 5 years older but I certainly was no where near as brave as I was back then. I suppose there’s an element of fearlessness from my teenage years I didn’t realize I’d outgrown.