A woman travels constantly because she fears staying in one place. She has packing a bag down to a science, with clothes so perfectly folded and belongings so organized in her suitcase that Customs apologizes for going through it. The woman is fluent in multiple languages and travels anywhere by various method of transportation. When she is on a train, she has a panic attack and begins shouting, looking for the conductor and yelling at a woman she passes by. She goes to her compartment and attempts to write, tinkering with her tape recorder, on which she documents all of her journeys, working as a journalist. She thinks about a cave she recently visited. She becomes irritated with the uneducated people around her. She thinks about her own physical illness, the cysts that sometimes appear on her breasts, her swollen lymph nodes. She tries to write but rips up pages in her notebook. She thinks about how she will have sex with pretty much any man. In Brussels, a pianist toasts her, and she has an argument with him. She tries to record the sea on her tape recorder, but it does not sound right when she plays it back. She drinks, goes town to town, forgets each person she meets except for the interactions she records on her tape recorder. She reads an article she wrote in a column when she is at the airport, then throws the pages away. She thinks about her job, how humans need an explanation for everything and will notice anything.