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