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