How to live is how not to live alone. To conquer the troll beneath the bridges you are burning on the funeral pyre of your abject hope. To float - amid the midges and day-flies of a meadow, most sane. So, to live - is to embark on a errand of light and return home, with dragon's teeth in your knickers and a ball of string for a fallen star to stitch the world with. To suture the oblivions where they gape and applaud the angels that sent you there to heal yourself with nothing more than a tongue in your head and a heart on your sleeve.