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