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