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