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