The truth is a matter of the imagination.
The ruling class has the means of material production at its disposal; the proletariat has nothing but their labor power.
当一个人意识到自己被深深倾听时,他的眼睛会湿润。我想在某种程度上,他是喜极而泣。就好像他在说:“感谢上帝,有人听到了我。有人知道我的感受。”