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