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