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