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