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.