It's only six pages long and the cover image has absolutely nothing to do with the story. The ending of the story didn't really feel like an ending. It didn't feel conclusive or satisfying. It dropped a twist-bomb on us readers and then it just ducked out.
I liked the brief glimpes we get of this futuristic cityscape. It emphasizes the verticality of the future. There are walking paths hundreds of feet up, hugging the buildings. Gondola lifts span the skyscrapers. There's pipeage and metal everywhere. Surprisingly, there weren't any signs of billboards or other forms of capitalistic marketing, so maybe this city is too poor to be worth marketing to or something (or maybe the author just didn't feel like drawing all that clutter). Not surprisingly, there wasn't a single plant anywhere in sight. This is the standard, heavily industrialized vision of a dreary future.
I don't really know what I just read. The cover image has nothing to do with the story. What happens in the plot gives you a fascinating look at a weird decaying world but that's it. The premises of the story are weird: you don't know your brother (that you never met in the last 40 years) had a fiancee, but when she dies the hospital sends her stuff to you? Not clear. It's impossible to get invested in anyone. The ending is not a shocker, is just a fact. The whole story seems like a prologue for something better. The art is not really refined, but the style is clearly a choice and not a lack of work by the author.