" Each day she sensed something creeping nearer. If it was happening to someone, it being unspeakable violence, how could she be happy: the real question of existence. The knowledge was a splinter in her own corporeality. Would this be a moment she looked back on later, damaged in an alley or locked in a cell? Something was approaching. Kathy could not settle. She knew. She knew. "

― Olivia Laing , Crudo