many philosophers have argued the concept of possession, what can be yours? if one can barter it, is it really a possession? that doesnt last? well, it does, a moment spent with it, makes it yours and the more you like it the more it is yours.
i love the iphone. i lusted after it till i finally was blessed with one. the interactive, touch screen menu, the chrome frame, the slick graphics, everything about it made me fall in love. my romance lasted two months, till it was rudely stolen from my bag while i shopped for a juicy sienna t shirt. i dont think anyone really understands how it hurts, not just because its the most lusted after piece of art but the shock that anyone, and i mean anyone, including this invisible stranger who thought my phone was conveniently his, can simply break into my space and take what he fancies! anyone, can at anytime take what is yours...gets you thinking again, if it was really yours, it would stay...
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