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