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