Have you ever lost "the other sock" in your washing machine? I thought so. It's one of life's mysteries and while I personally have't given up just yet (I'm the proud owner of several single socks, one white, one blue, and one brown, so in case you should have seen three like colored socks on the lam, please notify me where and when so I can finally track them down) I know one thing - they must be somewhere. I mean, things don't just disappear. You might not find them, you might not receive them, but they don't evaporate into thin air either.
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Just like luggage occasionally taking a detour via Timbuktu, sometimes the mail can be missent too. If you live in a country which, to some, sounds like an abbreviation of another country, you're practically bound to receive stuff in the mail with a flashy *Missent to Australia* print on it. While your package has been living the good life Down Under, you've been anxiously waiting for it to finally arrive. Which, more often than not, it actually does (with an obvious delay, of course).
And when you think all is good, it happens. Things get lost. Completely. Forever. Never to be seen again. At least not by yourself.
Like I said, things don't just go POOF. Unless someone decides that the content of your package contains something dangerous and throws it in the next best incinerator or scrap press ... better safe than sorry, right? Of course no one will ever confirm these things actually happen, but you know ... it sounds more likely than the alternative of your package being stolen by evil aliens on a field trip to planet Earth.
But seriously, while postal services are pretty reliable here, I had stuff getting lost too. On the bright side, luckily this happens rarely. On the not so bright side, it annoys me every time it does happen. For example books from TBD never arrived (luckily replacement copies were sent) and books for review never made it to my doorstep either (once again, new copies were sent - one arrived within days, the other one ... wait for it ... also disappeared *argh* which puts me in a rather awkward position as I can't bring myself to request yet another replacement for the replacement, and will just buy my own copy instead).
Now, the interesting question would be - where do those lost books end up? Did they get destroyed in transit and were secretly deposed of in the great cemetery of books? Or, much more likely, did someone get sticky fingers, thinking that heavy package must contain something valuable (which obviously it does - books are precious after all) and then spits in disgust when they find food for thought instead of valuables that spell KA-CHING, consequently, to get at least some use out of their loot, using the pages of the books to line the garbage bin, or worse, assigning it to the toilet for ... well, if someone steals to get money out of it, they probably cannot afford toilet paper either *shudders*.
In the end, we'll never know. All we can hope for is that where ever our lost books are, that they found a good home after all and/or did not suffer too much when the pickaxe hit them.
What are your pet theories on the whereabouts of lost books? Let me know.