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.