loved this. how well it captures the experience of dreams, in all their oblique, frustrating logic, where "meaning" is like a shadow always haunting the corners of your eye. i mean, meaning is there—it evokes something about the cold, alienating workplace; the warmth and weirdness of intimacy; capital and annihilation (on a personal and planetary scale)—but the way they're tangled together without explication is what makes it interesting. sometimes the dialogue hits a certain emotional note in a certain moment, and it just works. like the words you share with the person in the bed, the one you have to return to to reach one of the endings.
also, the art in hell is lovely.
i'm glad i eventually got around to playing this, even if it is 5 years later.