I’ve never read a story narrated like this one. It appears there is no structure, not even a well organized and hidden structure, no scenes to show you this, no dialogues to show you that, it is simply life. You see a part of a boy’s life and then you leave. There is no dramatic ending, only characters moving from one stage to the next. This is not to say it’s random and badly written, but it’s played so natural to the point where it feels as if you are living through him. It is flawless. You can hear its music. You can see theflowers growing and limbs falling. You know these characters, their faces and body language, the soul in their eyes. But the layers of art is what makes this narration special, language may limit our explanation of the human experience, but for our every sense to be used in an art explaining said situation, how much closer can you get?