Each time this body (I) finds a new metaphor, it jumps and keens. It attaches itself, symbolically, to the text. Is this the making of sense, it asks? Almost, we are almost there. Like desire, the metaphor is always something never quite fulfilled. It not-quite captures what this is, this corporeal dream, this waking thought, this moment in time that is everything and nothing.
— Quinn Eades, All the Beginnings: a queer autobiography of the body