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