|Pilmaiquen by Alfonso Maggiolo Peirano|
Aversion can blind you to the kindling that is lies all over the ground in this space - in any of these sorts of spaces. Each space that you don't want to be, every hell, contains its own fertile fuel to propel you forward out of there.
Thing is, you can't see it unless you sit down and rest. Then your eyeline is low enough and suddenly you see it everywhere. Detritus you left behind last time you were here. Sloppy mishandlings, childish developments that created big monsters the first times you were here. Ruts worn into the road from the countless times you have come back here and stamped your feet and bemoaned that you were going backwards again. The ruts have countless pieces of kindling stamped into them, stamped into the magical, dry earth. They are surprisingly easy to dig out with your fingers if you are willing to get on your knees and dig.
If you are smart enough to look at it in this way, with your head turned upside down and twisted 7 degrees to the right, you can see that everything belongs here, and everything is usable. If you are not too proud to go backwards, it can all fuel you forwards.
It's just the way you look at it.