This is an absolutely fascinating VN. To be honest, I had no idea what to expect going in, especially when looking at the unorthodox visual direction without context; but I was blown away by the poignant and heartfelt story, not to mention very impressed by how meaningful the disjointed imagery turned out to be~
Indeed, I think the visual style captures the profound alienation of I Am perfectly, just as much as her peculiar speech does: The other people in her life, caricatures though they may appear to be, are nevertheless all "real" people living in the "real" world, a "reality" into which I Am does not fit and in which she has no place. Even among her closest friends, among those who make an active effort to understand her and meet her at her level, that feeling of not truly belonging persists.
Similarly, no matter how earnestly she tries to communicate with others, her meaning never quite reaches them—and yet more painfully, even when she clearly states exactly what she means, more often than not it STILL falls on deaf ears and is brushed aside.
In a way, the VN as a whole can be viewed through the same lens: Will you dismiss it as pretentious gibberish, as most of the story's "sensible" characters do with I Am's cryptic words; or will you look deeper, seeking out the true meaning and underlying feelings of it all like The Carpenter does?
Excellent work, well and truly~