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