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