If la flaneuse, on this sunday evening, should be incapacitated or detained, the world would discover on her person:

THE TALLY
- a folding fan
- BART pa pedestrian permits
- a green hair clip
- a blinky clip light supplied by Metro Transit to aid in crossing dark streets safely
- a key with the number 3 imprinted on it
- bandages for blisters
- an expired bus transfer from Kansas City
- a few bucks in cash
- stamps
- sunglasses
- pen from a hotel
- business cards in braille
- a braille stylus and slate
- a wrist bracelet declining the Northfield PolyHeme Study
- a blank notebook
- a bus schedule for bus route no. 6 from a city (Denver) she is not in
- Sierra Club pedestrian licenses
- a toilet paper tube wrapped in paper, and one end is covered with only a small space punched out in the form of a teddy bear, given to her by an acquaintance with only 5% remaining vision to simulate what little she sees
- Vladmaster reels for Italo Calvino's Invisible Cities
- a Capt'n Crunch Seadog Spy Kit
- tinted lip balm
- a glass dildo
- a what?
- a yellow arrow sticker for some game

THE WORLD (or one random person in it rifling through la flan's bag)

Maybe we should quit checking so many bags. Don't need to see some chick's dildo. [Ahem. That's part of the point.-la flan] She must walk a lot. Only one key, and it's not to a car. Looks like it's one of those haunted house keys or something. The funny farm maybe, judging by this crap. Not much cash. She must not have much money, since she's walking around and taking the bus. ...Writes in code. She can obviously see since her sunglasses have a light prescription, but she's got this blind writing stuff and a toilet paper tube to look through. Can't see much through it. Whatever. What's up with all these pedestrian permits? When did you start needing a license for that? She definitely doesn't drive. Kinda whacked, if you ask me. Hey! Viewmaster reels! I loved those as a kid! ...what are these artsy fartsy ones? I don't remember ones like this. A hospital bracelet....I knew she escaped from the funny farm. Oh, it doesn't have a name, just something about declining some study. Who cares? This girl is lost. She's got a bus schedule for a different city than the one she had a transfer from, neither of which are near here. A Seadog Spy Kit! I had one of those when I was a kid! Made me want to be a spy. Obviously she didn't use the compass inside since she's so lost. This arrow wasn't helping her find the way either. It says to text some number. More code. Maybe it's a game. More gibberish. She's got this fan and some lip gloss that says 'tarte'...she some weird art school hooker? At least the barrette is normal. Ewww. I'm gonna quit looking so I don't find any more toys.

THE ONE THING

Add a printed schedule and map for Conflux, the psychogeography festival this weekend (Sept 14-17) in Brooklyn. Twist the world's arms to go.