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.