A young woman, Laylee, lives day-to-day. She scrapes by but is afraid to change her routine and thus disrupt her ability to support herself and be independent. Fascinated by finding beauty in the detritus and refuse of the city around her, she wanders late at night looking in junk-piles for items that captivate her. She meets Lawrence, an uprooted man who spends his life drifting, stopping for a time in various abandoned spaces to create mysterious sculptures made of light bulbs that few people see before they are destroyed.

Initially concerned by his seeming vulnerability, Laylee is surprised to find Lawrence at ease and carefree. As he is discovered and forced to leave the building he had been occupying, his calmness challenges Laylee’s idea of what would be the most difficult ordeal, that of “not having a home to come home to.” Invigorated by her brief encounter with this strange man, she finally finds a use for all the junk she has collected in a single act of artistic creation – at once a tribute to Lawrence and an individual act of self- expression.

Meanwhile, a mysterious man named Nicola wakes up in a surreal wall-less cabin in the wilderness and knows nothing except that he must start walking. We return to his story at various points in Laylee’s narrative, picking up on him calmly trekking miles through the anonymous wilderness. Gradually he begins to question his drive to keep moving, but cannot think of any alternative. Only when he comes to the apparent end of his journey, seemingly walking to his own demise, does he realize that he could have taken control at any moment and turned back, but even at the final threshold he continues forward, disappearing forever.