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