I know that you have heard and read about it. You may have even visited there. It’s that space bounded by Bermuda, Miami, and San Juan. I visited Miami five decades ago, but I have never been to either of the other two vertices. It’s not just a physical place, but it is also a place where shit, in common parlance, disappears.
I suppose that the Bermuda Triangle shares this attribute with black holes and Einstein-Rosen bridges. Stuff enters their horizon of influence, and then “POOF!” Suddenly, it is gone.
I have a place like this in my house. I can’t tell you where it is because, like a black hole, shit that goes into it simply disappears. It may be present “in plain sight,” but it is still invisible. Maybe you too have a Bermuda Triangle in your own home. It’s where “lost” keys get swallowed-up. Sometimes jewelry items go there as well – a watch, a ring, or perhaps an earring. Scissors, nail clippers, pens (usually the really nice ones), are vulnerable to the Bermuda Triangle. Sometimes it is eyeglasses that seem to go there, but I most often find mine on my nasal bridge rather than an Einstein-Rosen bridge as I search for them in desperation.
Susan’s keys disappeared a couple of weeks ago. I’m convinced that she haplessly placed them in proximity of the Bermuda Triangle’s event horizon, and they were sucked right in. The last time such a thing happened in this house it was my college graduation ring that disappeared across the temporo-spatial portal. Shades of Twilight Zone episode (Little Girl Lost – S3 E26 from 1962) where a fellow’s young daughter falls through a nexus between parallel universes that forms in her bedroom.
I hate it when that happens.