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.