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