By our esteemed Oracle, Balthazar McSnazz.
A vision of a world where socks go to live on in a drawer, alone.
It is foreseen that the drawer shall be filled with singles, never paired, their lonesome existence a testament to the fleeting nature of love and relationships.
And lo, the drawer shall be known as the Sock Abyss, a bottomless pit of forgotten hopes and dreams.
If you wish to add to the collective wisdom of the Sock Drawer of Desolation, send your thoughts to balthazar@mcsnaz.com.
(Please include a pair of socks as an offering.)