No one ever knows another person’s suffering, ever. No amount of philosophy, feminism, friendship, psychoanalysis, love, or whatever else you want to fucking add in there that discusses suffering and ways to alleviate it will make another understand. I will never understand the suffering of another, and another will never ever understand mine.
Magdalena O!
ALWAYS LOOKING FOR THE RAVE / doctor-in-trainers / feminist researcher of electronic-a- / VJ / (moving) image capturer / cyclist / purring machine MTL
