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