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.