As the magnetic poles of our planet are rapidly moving and the axis of Earth is oscillating in a permanent wobble, the constants of geographical knowledge start to oscillate as well and the geographies, as we know them, shift, accidentally opening up liminal, in-between spaces. One of such liminal areas is The West Pole. A nameless protagonist travels with no map or plan through the landscape full of chance encounters, bizarre creatures, and apparitions. Every other day brings her only more bewilderment – shadows of dinosaurs and singing dunes, tourists hunting for worms and fierce winds bending metal, nature blindness and mysterious cows floating in the darkness. She disappears, leaving behind a box of 16 mm films and travel diaries, which are later arranged to reconstruct this hypnotising and somewhat futile odyssey.