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