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