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.