Everyone from sci-fi writers to Ren and Stimpy have pondered the existential fate of the single sock. They universally come in pairs: where does the missing sock go? What can be done? Is all lost? If we can reunite socks with their long lost mates, perhaps France and America can be friends again.
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Article comments
1 - Cat
How innane. I was certain you'd wax metaphysical; read some Derrida, for goodness' sake, and discover the ineluctable Other who manifests in the form of an odor-causing bacteria on that inner fold of the perceptible sock, signifying the eternal eccentricity and essential void of which the ingrown toenail is a symptom.
2 - Eric Olsen
Not sure how to take that Cat, but "inane" has only two "n's."
3 - Eric Olsen
By the way, looked at your site and you are quite the waxer yourself. So what will it be - wax on or wax off?