Anatoly Kudryavitsky

Representing His Species

Odd man out, on his own out there, an ash-coloured koala, with fluffy ears and dark blots on his muzzle that resemble open eyes. The black slots of his eyes, however, are almost always closed.

In his dream, he returns to the lost paradise of his ancestors’ secrecy. He grumbles contentedly. Or does he groan? Do other creatures of his kind make the same sound?

His motionless figure is sharply defined against the pale sky. A bitter and cutting northerly wind throws shrunken leaves into his enclosure.

his memory
playing backwards
the slow air of time