Thursday, May 13, 2010
I believe there is an alternate dimension out there and somehow, socks find their way there. I suppose they may get tired of their matching companion...or perhaps they just fall through a crack in reality. I've held this belief for a while, and now I'm wondering if there is another reality where the lids to plastic containers go. Are the socks and lids together? Are they happy, playing in the sunshine. Can they see us and do they sympathize with our fruitless searches for them-or are they laughing at us?