I spotted these four tourists on 6th Avenue and 58th Street in Midtown Manhattan. All four were on their cell phones, trying to figure out where they were. I almost helped them, but realized their impoverished sense of direction was a curse of GPS and they were better off lost.
Of course, since no man will admit to being lost.
No one has a map.
No one can read them or fold a map, but a report has come out that cellphone callers' reliance on their devices to discover their whereabouts has shrunken the brain's natural GPS and even worse that people don't see where they are, because all they see is their cellphones.
Where are we.
The land of the lost.