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