And the beautiful women. Girls of all ages, women of all ages, ladies of all ages, the semi-lady, the nearly girl, and all of this, everyone, of everything, or just some, but of all.

I remember this joke or observation, a phenomenon really. Does it only mean these days that, less seriously, we are at a time, a nodal point, of happiness flux, perhaps after, rather than a settling of a slight depression in cultural happiness? Or at least in some way visible happiness, or whatever. That was I think my second, third or fourth introduction to what I soonafter called the handbag phenomenon.

I know it is a mark of one of the constants of being human (silly of me not to remember that there are many handbag phenomena, the one I first referred to being huge in itself.)

If it settles of course, this suggested depression (of course it could be anything, handbag phenomenon indicates to endless amount of earthly life elements and, sometimes, compounds) things change anyway, and its not depression at all, unless it just is, sometimes, not frequently, but usually for the better, humanly and strongly had with great vision and hope for self and so many others. Those with handbags are so important in the handbag phenomenon, crucial really. I should say, aside from the times when, you know, women agree to bring their black handbags, for example, it is a subjective thing. People wear shoes, I know. Cars stand and ride upon rubber tyres. “Do they really agree, Mummy?” “We’ll see if we can do it.”, replied Mummy. My friend from the European central land mass had responded to my request, or question, about joking with Mummy, “You might get apprehensive about the handbags.”

I first noticed a phenomenon of whatever catalogue number I cannot recall I thought of respect to cultural happiness and that women and men aren’t smiling so much in the open and facelessness has led to the vision of handbags in Europe, wishing to avoid specific causal suggestions to give one fuller idea of the veracious, large stunned impact of a version of the phenomenon seen. To me anyway, but my friends often said in their oral city diaries: the street, the kerb, the honk, the sun, the u motion of the car turning the corner, the straightness of the car on the boulevard, the straight of the boulevard, the plain pavements, so open and friendly, warm, and nice and beyond care, and with great care, sympathetic pavements with happy people who love them knowing they are and are to be loved by so many, often not seeing the pavements, the handbags, god the handbags, the handbags, a cultural study, a whole book each day on handbags in the city, until update booklets could be issued.

I say facelessness, but this is from brief acquaintance. And the last time, with wider eyes, more rested and less ambitious, wanting to rest rather than write that book and be diving to pools in six months from very high levels, the same but, no facelessness at all. Even new endless variation and richness, or part, a wrap, or containment in, as unseen in this little body, the learned and familiar diversity, of essence, of essences, a good deal I thought.

But the handbag phenomenon with the ‘fines for those without handbags’ joke, a description of a visitor to busy and financially healthy European cities perhaps in need of cultural and social upturns and happiness investment. Here’s to it coming soon. Signs have been seen in some places. And, who knows similarity in Europe and women with handbags phenomenon #322: it is the upturn already, a few personally see it as a depression, to quite a number it looks like this.

The other part of the joke was that the speaker could be someone a bit sad, good human sympathetic humour this. “Oh the handbags”. Or a complex joke wherein his or her companion was jokingly a dominant taste-arbiter with little time for others’ feelings or thoughts.

Or it could always just be #2999: No, that’s just what we do or how we are. Perhaps along with the #2999 modification entry of latter experience: And it has been that way for some time (with handbag phenomenon #2999.) Temon though is found not far beyond this: “We always have bags. We have always had bags.”, he is aware. Temon Pratt. A lovely man who has a black leather bag himself, proud of it is he, his recycled leather, these his enlightened years. “We don’t go back. We can easily move forward to selling quite a little amount of new animal leather. It shouldn’t take long. A decade, maybe? For a start? People will be happier. Animals will be more loved. And more.” Temon keeps his collection of leather hiking bags from whole real new leather once. It’s rather big. He worships it, along with peppermint, green and alabanda tea. Also lemon tea and coffee from Columbia and Guatemala. But that was in the old days. He is North American, and grew up for a few years of his childhood in Canada. These days his rich half mail-order indulgence in foods and drinks from around the world, especially this time of year, Irish Carolans Cream with honey and made-wine of ancient abbey monks, by virtue of the internet and his collection of catalogues from his travels. He is a nice chap.

#4999 states that, pursuant to the truths of #2999 with its many additions: And in all of our phenomena of the frequently seen handbags in a city, occasionally a large town, are truths of this known.

But, it is that, methinks, there may be something particular to be discerned from the comment or joke which I read.

The truth is very hard to find, and beyond this social trend just now, though often it should be said, nearly always (and at this point can be seen those which are embodied in the expression of the handbag phenomenon which bear no relation mostly if at all to usual handbag phenomenon subjects). The bizarre and unexpected from the bazaars of god’s land. Oh, there surely should be something of the mystical for Christmas, in social comment just a bit, but still, this is a sign of the times, perhaps, who knows. And who knows how, this could be the end of this, the allowance of the unknown in what we do which is to be unknown in itself without acquaintance.

A strangely usual time for it too, sometimes it comes before winter, even sometimes in early to mid spring, but this is the broad span of the most frequent period of appearance. Once I saw an unexpected early occurence in September, though also another time an unexpected real occurrence of some nature in high summer. Was this the time my friends and I, actually more than once, phoned up a long list of women in the city whom we had met over years and in the only few words of Spanish we could remember said “handbag”, “out”, “walk”, “street”, “nice”, “all day”, “tell everyone, all your friends”, “people you don’t know”, “so important”, be happy”, “for us”, “for you”, sometimes finishing with “four you in the cafe”, “lots drink”, “happy, happy, happy”, “happy, happy”, “happy”, “we see you”, “happy” etc. There were variants. Lovely, lovely, eternally lovely people. As us, they used to say, making us really smile when I was a boy. )

In whole social periods of groups of years, a decade perhaps, it didn’t surface once between Christmas and summer. That was the norm, I thought, not really a rule of the phenomenon, but yes this, part of the definition. I thought I knew.

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