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