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.