Anthroheat -

It doesn’t register on any thermostat.

But anthroheat can turn. In August, in a protest line or a concert pit, it becomes a pressure. A warning. Sweat slips down ribs. Tempers rise not from anger alone, but from the sheer, unavoidable nearness of other lives. You feel your pulse sync with the stranger beside you, and for a terrible moment, you cannot tell if the heat is love or threat. anthroheat

Anthroheat is what happens when bodies remember they are animals—social, fragile, electric. It cannot be generated artificially. It can only be borrowed, for a while, from the people who press against you in the dark. It doesn’t register on any thermostat