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.