The Life of a Caveman

or an invisible man. Without my trusty cellular telephone I am a lost little boy in a field. A field of loneliness and sorrow. A harvester of sorrow. Without even a land line in my apartment, I have vanished from the earth. I can neither reach nor be reached. I've slipped through the cracks in society and now I am a transparent, shifty little lost boy in a field. A field of anxiety. Who's trying to call me right now?
Who's desparately seeking my advice on a difficult issue?
Has Timmy fallen in the well?
Do we need milk or toilet paper?
I don't know. I've dropped out.
Except for you, betty blog, you never let me down.