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.