(From googling)
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A black hole is a region of spacetime where gravity is so strong that nothing, not even light, can escape it.
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Old friend Valerio and I first talked about losing socks a few years back.
He has a huge and growing collection of single socks, and doesn’t know what to do with them. My initial response was: “So what? Why does one have to wear matching socks? They are mostly not visible, anyway, under long trousers.” He took courage from this. I send him selfies of my mismatch-stockinged feet every now and then.
Today, his WhatsApp message said: “My sister sent me a link to an article saying that Feb 7 in her region is ‘unmatched sock day’ and used by schools as a metaphor to teach diversity ….” How sweet of the Italians in her region (somewhere north).
He went on to say, “My collection of unmatched socks is truly unbelievable. I have no idea how it can possibly happen. I will need to make an inventory soon.”
I replied with, “Maybe if you dismantle the washing machine plus all the pipes leading to / away from it, you might find a graveyard of ejected socks down there….”
Barring the above, I offered another solution: to go sockless, following the lead of Professor Cold Feet in https://piccola-chinita.blogspot.com/2011/11/professor-cold-feet.html.
Suggestions are welcome from any readers out there who can offer an explanation for where these socks disappear to, and how.
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