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