This was... really different.
First, I thought it would be like Thoreau, with the rejection of material values, self-scrutiny/self-improvement, and connection to the land. Then it started mimicking Virginia Woolf, with the introspection, morose mood, symbols with many possible interpretations, and passages of stream-of-consciousness.
As a literature student, I can appreciate the artistic choices that the author made, and could find plenty of material here for a Lit class paper if forced. As a sci-fi fan, however, I don't like the story. It's so vague. I don't know what the ending is. I know the author left it confusing on purpose, but I still don't like it.