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