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