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.