I'm not lost, just not here anymore

Do you ever wonder where lost things go?

Not like the last game of the season that was lost. We all know those losses take up residence in the deep scars of our memory labeled regret.

And not the losses of years or memory. Again, unfortunately, as the years and the unnecessary trips to the cupboard when I needed something from the fridge tell me those all go away, far far away, never to be found again. A black hole somewhere inside.

I am curious, though, where the lost things such as passports, jeans, even socks go. There is an urban legend that says the dryers eat the socks. I might agree wit...