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.