Argentine designers are artistic by default, this has to do with magetic poles and ancient archetypes of the South. Think about it, why is the most successful developer in North American named "Blizzard" while South America offers lots of guys who make art games based on poems? It's all foretold in the four winds.
This one is based on a short story by Julio Cortázar about a girl who vomits up creatures representing her repressed anxiety, which she summarily tries to repress (it seemed like a good idea at the time). In Eze's own words (I worked with this guy in 2009, full disclosure) the game "attempts to merge Cortazarian passages with a more ludic, popular, up-to-date experience." Let's see how it did.
The gameplay suffers from a few dusty corners, the focus is on using the arrow keys to push dust bunnies into the closet, but the collision detection could use a few exceptions for corners and dealing with furniture. The flow could be improved by a wall-bounce to get those bunnies out of corners and a bit of gamma in the push function so furniture could be more readily moved without flinging it all over. But whatever, maybe those rough edges are intentional, because while the game initially poses itself as another frictionless amusement for the web-surfing mainstream, it doesn't take long to start playing tricks on you, which seeks to serve the Cortezian dualism of the late author's modernist literature.
As you go about your business of flowing under a time limit, the game will periodically, randomly and without warning warp you to a mirrored version of the very room you're working in, the size of these psychological manifestations shrunk or increased, your process disordered. As you proceed through the levels the linear challenge escalation of content arrangement, which you're surely used to from decades of tradition, is augmented and spun by the increasing use of warp effects. The text between levels serves to prime you for these phantasmal spooks in the same way that Braid's text tried to prime you for its spooks, which should give you an idea of how much you'll appreciate it.
Maybe my Yanqui sensibilities cause me to over-dissect what should be enjoyed with quiet appreciation like a nice gouda melted over a milanesa.