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