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.