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