What exactly is this text? Is it a story? Is it poetry? Is it nothing more than a jumble of single sentences barely supporting a thread of theme?

One hope that this is the ideal text. But what exactly is that? Barthesí description in S/Z is a series of seeming impossibilities: the novelistic without the novel, poetry without the poem.

Does this text fulfil these aspirations?

Perhaps it does, by being uncategorizable. By being not quite a story, not quite a poem, not quite an essay. As your author, I can hope.