it_could_be_worse ovenbird When the news comes everyone says, “it could be worse.” It could always be worse, but that doesn’t mean that what is sitting in front of you, quivering like rotten meat suspended in aspic, isn’t a horror. “It could be worse” ranks pain in a way that denies us all the right to mourn. Show me the person who actually has “the worst.” Are they allowed to lick their wounds in peace? Or could you imagine some small slight to pile onto their nightmare that could kick the suffering up a notch? What would it take to allow yourself to feel? And what would that grief do to you once it finally broke through? 251021 what's it to you? who go blather from