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