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.