As it was, I eventually reached a point where I was just passively awaiting the resolution, as in an unexceptional narrative work. And then the coda kinda killed the mood, as I just didn't get anything from it except tedium. Fun, but I'm not sure it's fully an hour's worth of fun.
"A, B, C, D, E, F, G..." I would think to myself as the series cycled, and although I don't think Frampton intended it this way, the omissions of "J" and "U" felt particularly cruel, because they threw off my rhythm every single time. It was as if he was toying with me, swapping in inflexible images (Y's stalks of wheat, for example) as well as ones that advanced incrementally, like U's hands picking apart an orange, and this left me on edge.