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.