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