i don’t like the smell of perfume. perfume is fake, too sharp, too pointy. perfume is odd, why do ones like the smell of something so artificial and synthetic? ones are being trapped in the box of scents and thinking ones’ lives can be changed after some dull, tedious and nature-imitating notes. you can never imitate nature, you can never be absorbed in the warm radiance of sunshine in the morning, the eeriness of catholic churches on one sunday morning, the earthy smell of forests after heavy rain shower if you do not even know what they truly are. imitation is always imitation, imitation is fake, imitation is camp. it’s not a bad thing at all. but imitation without consciousness is putting ones in hell without a single passing ticket to heaven.