The Storyteller: A Novel by Mario Vargas Llosa.
The note:
[Heart] Surrounded I sit amidst erosions gift. small pebbles they really do uplift. memories are precious at times we knew there was a love for very few. Now I seek our origins name not recognized. Will we crash upon the sand, or flee this land we encroach every day. I vanish among the surf to find that wisdom of a fluid type. Sing to me, the sea whispers in my ear, dance circles until there's no rigidity. Sacred we are but seldom we do -- caught inside the rabid Muse -- Electric smells -- I can replace the power to feel that space between two cities outside of time. the race. Surrounded.
by Julia
Detail:
Question: What I find intriguing is the lack of possessive apostrophes (erosions, origins) mixed with the use of a contraction (there's). What's Julia getting at?
Feist sez:
