KETAMINE, KET, "HORSE TRANQUILIZER"    
                                          
                                        
  
                                        
                                          
 STILL UNKNOWN TO  ME, OTHER THAN THROUGH 
    DREAMS*. APPARENTLY MADE FOR MAKING   
 HOLES.  THEY MAY BE DARK AND MONOCHROME. 
               THEY MAY NOT.              
                                          
 WHITE  POWDER,  DOSED  BY  WAY  OF  KEY? 
                                          
                                        
  
                                        
                                          
 *A  RED  CYLINDER,  WIDE  AS  A  FINGER. 
      GLOSSY FRECKLED CERAMICS, WITH      
     SOMETHING ORGANIC INSIDE, BEING      
 CORRUPTED BEFORE YOUR EYES  - TURNING TO 
 ASH, BUT  THERE'S NO FLAME. YOU HOLD  IT 
 UP  TO YOUR  NOSE,  SUCK  IT  IN  WITH A 
 SHARP   INHALE.  EXIT  TO  THE  BALCONY. 
                                          
 HERE  ON THE FIFTH  FLOOR,  WITH  A VIEW 
 OVER  THE  PARKING  LOT,   THINGS  START 
       FOLDING INTO EACH OTHER, LIKE      
  COLLAPSING A CARDBOARD BOX. DIMENSIONS  
    BECOMING FLAT AND ADJACENT. PRESSED   
 INTO  EACH OTHER. CREASES ARE  FLATTENED 
 OUT, DISTANCES  DISAPPEAR, THE  WORLD IS 
 MANGLED  DOWN  TO  TWO  DIMENSIONS.  AND 
 SUDDENLY LIGHT  FALLS  ON  THE  EDGE  OF 
 EVERYTHING  RATHER THAN THE  SURFACE: IT 
        ALL GOES COMPLETELY DARK.