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.