Philosophical Letters: The Trolley Problem (Short Story)
When I was a student I took the train for five years to reach a maritime town. Waiting for the train I kissed for the first time my wife, now our railway station is abandoned to themselves, the rails are rusty and covered by thick vegetation. Time has stopped,no more people who are waiting for the train, happy and sad people, fat and thin, beautiful and ugly. The stationmaster, the engineer and the conductor are now extinct figures, I have been here for hours and I have not heard any whistling or rattling. No arivings nor departures, the tracks connect towns, cities, villages, they carry people with their stories, their fears, I feel nothing here, I can even sleep on the tracks, my actions have no consequences. I walked in the middle of tracks for several kilometers toward the infinite dead tracks, my deep thoughts were interrupted by some men who shouted to move away from the tracks. A group of five people were crossing the rails, they didn’t pay attention. aware that the ...