About Turn

Urquhart considers his reflection, unsteady in the dim and paintspecked mirror. ... U

The image shimmers, doubles and diffracts. a disturbance pulsing through the field...

How many fingers am I holding up? driving back across the threshold, the limen...

How many eyes can you see? points closing paths converging to this and not that...

Unsteady, now. found boundaries, steady states, shutting down each and every gap...

Is this you? out of the swarming, falling out of the crush and dazzle of the possible:

Until... into eyes so much like these gaze back darkly the eyes of Uqbari the prophet.