The trick is sitting down, even when your brain is a thick carbuncled soup, and making playing card houses out of the detritus of your dreams. The trick is recognising your face in the clouds. The trick is refusing to let the whisky win. The trick is facing up to things with complete and utter honesty: there was no whisky, it was just beer, beer, beer. The trick is finding the small sweet moment of the night that will make you grin as you run the tip of your tongue over the sharpness of your teeth. The trick is to keep jumping: trains, fences, thoughts, destinations. The trick is to practice small acts of kindness upon yourself and to never forget that everything you get is exactly the candied treat you deserve.