The place where all the missing socks go.
The mystery of what happens to missing socks has taxed some of the greatest minds in human history. The most popular theory by far, first put forward by Albert Einstein, was that they were simply eaten by washing machines, but this was later found to be false. A precursor to this theory may be found in the works of the Greek philosopher, Aristotle, who held that socks had an innate tendency —or ‘misplaceative virtue’, as he called it—to fall down behind chests of drawers and other furniture never to be found again, but once again the empirical evidence was lacking.
Perhaps closest to the truth was Leonardo da Vinci’s hypothesis that the missing items were transported away to a mythical land where they could live out a life of peace, happiness and foot-free pleasure. The place in question has since been located on a remote island somewhere in the South Pacific whose precise location, along with the identities and modus operandi of the complex web of ‘sock-traffickers’ responsible for liberating these long suffering and often unsung items of footwear, remains a closely guarded secret.
Based upon an idea by Veet Voojagig.