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