Orin's Phoenix morning (p. 48)
and the body-sized receptacle rotates the test-subject counterclockwise, with brutal speed, so that the old sneakers point up and then left and then down and then right and then up, faster and faster, the machine's blurps and tweets not even coming close to covering Fenton's entombed howls as his worst delusional fears came true in digital stereo
Context
The P.E.T.-scan documentary Orin can't look away from: a human body spun in circles while his delusions come true. Rotation as torture chamber.