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