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  DISSAPEAR, 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.