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.