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.