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.