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