Migration: a great annual exercise in endurance and futility. Birds everywhere prepare for journeys that are long, perilous, and underappreciated. Some carry tiny tracking devices. Most carry existential dread.
We interviewed a few species during their seasonal travels. The Arctic Tern admitted that 50,000 miles per year is “mostly just repetitive scenery.” A flock of sandpipers muttered about turbulence, lost feathers, and the emotional toll of wind resistance.
Our new set of posters captures the subtle despair of migration: the wind, the cold, the navigational uncertainty, and the crushing realisation that the same lakes, marshes, and fields will still be disappointing when you arrive. Flight is exhausting. Stopovers are brief. Predators are patient. The journey matters less than the ability to survive it.
Arctic Tern: “50,000 miles a year. Mostly just scenery you’ve seen before.”
Sandpiper Flock: “Headwinds, tailwinds, sideways winds. None of them care about your dreams.”
Bar-headed Goose: “Flying in V-formation: 100% teamwork, 0% social satisfaction.”
Barn Swallow: “Migration is just moving your existential dread to a new location.”
Puffin: “Returned to the same cliff. Same fish shortage. Same disappointment.”

















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