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