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