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