People carry electricity for me; they have a current that surges around my body until I'm exhausted. Its hard to pinpoint what it is, exactly; something about their noise, their unruly movement, the unpredictable demands they might make on me. It makes the air feel thick, like humanity has... not a scent, but a texture. It makes me feel like I can't breathe.
— Katherine May, the Electricity of Every Living Thing