the monochrome ostrich #7

The Monochrome Ostrich does not live in the present. It is a reminiscence, a trace of an erased world, like a forgotten photograph in a rusty metal box. Its black and white plumage does not reflect the absence of color, but the abundance of contrasts: between past and future, between silence and cry. It rarely appears, often at the edge of dreams or in the interstices of reality. Some say it does not walk — it glides. Others claim it is not part of the fauna, but of collective memory. It is the standard of conscious forgetfulness, the one seen only once, and never forgotten.