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.