THE REVERSAL ENGINE

by Socrates Pshaw

“The arrow flies backward, the river dreams upstream, and I fall awake.”
— Unknown inscription found inside a vending machine in Marseille, 1987

The Turn is not a twist.

A twist is what you expect to not expect: the butler did it, the planet was Earth all along, the killer is you. The twist is commerce. The Turn, on the other hand, is tectonic. It is not written into the script; it is the script rearranging itself in response to your looking.