Why Am I Saving One Sock?

On the topic of leading an unencumbered existence--a life where you're not dragging empty cans attached to a cord behind you heralding your entrance and departure. No matter how many things I've given away or bartered, there are more.

No headway, no matter how many boxes I pile one on top of another there are more items for yet another box. How does one reach that unencumbered state?

I'm even appalled by the number of socks I own, even orphan socks.

But maybe we collect things as a " lock against oblivion."

Anne Carson is not referring to the things that surround us, but the words are apt.