Last week, I realised I have a problem. I'd just finished browsing the Nintendo Switch's entire eShop for a second time in search of a new game. That's a weird thing to do, especially considering that I still haven't finished Breath of the Wild. I should finish it, but I can't bring myself to do it. Hours and hours and hours later, I'm bored.

I went into David O Reilly’s new game having seen nothing aside from a few screenshots. I wanted to be surprised, and was prepared to be, if not blown away, at least challenged by its unconventionality.

What I got was a first year theatre student gurgling warm milk for half an hour.

For large portions of Everything, I wasn't sure how to feel. By the end of it, I cried. A lot.