Someone told me this: the scent of a perfume will mix with its wearer, forming a new and unique scent. These days I started to wonder: if you buy a bottle of perfume because you like its smell but the scent alters when you wear it, then what you bought isn’t what you want anymore right? Then what if you like a perfume because you smelled it off someone, then you buy it, wear it and it fuses with your skin and as time goes by it grows as a part of you, a unique scent that you eventually start getting used (and perhaps addicted) to? Does it mean you no longer need that origin – that very scent you are about to forget though you were trying to steal from someone else? The act of missing (and stealing) grows into something new – that action itself certainly defeats its own purpose. Damned.