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