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