Handbags, wheels and gadgets, part and parcel of her life now. Rolling along taking what is needed as she goes. A bit here and there. Bags of this and that. Street life experience. Maybe she still has a remnant of her long ago past, a beautiful memory, maybe not! Beautiful or distant as it may be. She is in those bags, her hopes, and dreams, her desires. Un-chattel herself she would/ from global entrance/to her private world/ this exclusive society/ she has no part in. The unity that shuts her now.