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.