After Hours: Is Paul Really in Hell?

Okay, so I've watched 'After Hours' like a million times (kidding... mostly). Every time, something new pops out. This time, I'm stuck on this idea that maybe the whole film is Paul Hackett's personal version of hell. Think about it: He's stuck in this Kafkaesque nightmare, right? Nothing makes sense, he keeps running into bizarre people, and he's constantly being chased and misunderstood. Sounds a lot like eternal torment, just, you know, super quirky and set in SoHo. Specifically, the whole Sue/pyaster of Paris thing really solidified this for me. She literally turns him into a statue! Like he's being punished for doing something. And then he's passed around from person to person, nobody can actually 'help' him. He's trapped in this cycle of escalating absurdity. Plus, the way the film is shot, especially those tight close-ups and the dark alleyways, it's like the camera itself is judging him. Maybe I'm reaching, but consider this: he starts the movie bored and vaguely dissatisfied with his life – a classic sin, right? Then he goes downtown seeking…something. Maybe excitement, maybe just a hookup. And he gets punished for it. It's not a literal hell, obvs, but a metaphorical one. He's stuck reliving this one night, facing his anxieties and insecurities over and over. What do you guys think? Is it a plausible theory, or am I just losing it?