The Complex of the Ostrich by The Company of the Courcirkoui

Humans who make ostrich, of which it is not known whether they play or are really so. An invasion of delicacy, of lines of strength, absurd presences, of pleasure of gesture. A little everywhere or somewhere, balanceists play to be alone together. Because even when they do the same, they are different. Paradoxes on legs that sink at the same time as they rise. Curious creatures with a language well to them. Then some dare silence, emptiness and …