Hey, have I told you about the time I found socks in the refrigerator? No, wait, that’s not what I meant to say. Have I mentioned how they just keep going around in circles, those socks? They hide, they fold themselves, and then they end up chilling in the chilly depths, yes, one sock here, the other just... where did it go again? Maybe the washing machine knows, but it’s mum about secrets and sorrows, don’t you think? Like a vault, working day and night, but all it does is shuffle and misplace, shuffle and misplace...
Sometimes, I wonder if the universe is like a laundry cycle, you know? At one moment, it’s all whites, then it’s mixed bright and dark, and then, bam! Spiraling into the unknown with detergent swirling like destinies interrupted. Someone told me once that you could mess with gravity, twist dimensions with just the right spin. Sounds a bit like that story we keep hearing, doesn’t it?