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