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