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