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