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