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.