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