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