the   train    is   a   dashing    arrow 
 over              the               sea. 
                                     
                                    
                                     
 look   closer    -   it's   not   water. 
                                    
                                  
                                    
 the  lowland which was  once the midriff 
 of  sweden.  the  salt  flats  span  for 
 hundreds  of  miles. from a narrow  line 
 of hills  the train lowers  itself  onto 
 the  crystals and shoots  north,  like a 
 syringe       into       a       baloon. 
                                  
                                
                                  
                                
                                  
 they  call  it  the "mandelbrot crater", 
 and it is the rest of a mining disaster. 
                                    
                                   
                                    
 sun  hits the  four-railed track, as  it 
 fractures  into  villages or past  them. 
 the  people  here  are  pale but  crisp, 
 reflections   of    some   other   world 
                                     
                                    
                                     
 they  always seem a bit annoyed that you 
 are  manifesting   them   into  physical 
 form. like  if  you  weren't  here, they 
 would  be  nothing  more  than  the  sun 
 against           the           platform