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STILL UNKNOWN TO ME, OTHER THAN THROUGH .
DREAMS*. APPARENTLY MADE FOR MAKING
HOLES. THEY MAY BE DARK AND MONOCHROME.
THEY MAY NOT.
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WHITE POWDER, DOSED BY WAY OF KEY?
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*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.