YTCHABLM isn't subtle about the real life topics and concepts it intends to critique, and does so with such abstract directness that it somehow forces you to face even familiar ideas all upside down. Definitley an acquired taste.
An aspect of YTCHABLM that didn't cross my mind on the first read was A's relationship with identity, and more specifically with gender. I recently started to feel feminine again (whatever that means) in sort of the same way A does- almost as a reaction to environment and recognition/habit- which is what prompted me to pick this up for a second time. If you have a body, it must be molded to something right? Whether that something be a mirror and concoction of others' or your own creation is up in the air. It still held up as the fictional feverdream of an essay I remembered it to be, and a comforting one at that.