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.