A woman falls into mystical reveries in cleaning out a vacated maid's rom, encountering a cockroach. In confronting herself, she must find a way to push beyond what's safe, what's comfortable: letting go of even the bright lights of the horizon. This is "relinquishing hope," which "means that I shall have to start living, and not just promising myself life. And this is the greatest fright I can have." But what is fright anyway? We must ingest even the most detestable things, assimilating the revolting, for it is part of our humanity, too.
