On Socks and the Eternal Mind
Some single socks appear to be destined as such. Some of them are so random or so out of place it seems as if only one was ever made much less two. Some single socks appear out of the blue, showing no evidence of ever being worn by the person sorting socks. Some are frayed and damaged that the loss of the pair is an act of mercy. And yet there are some socks, without a pair, that break your heart.