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