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.