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.