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.