“Good morning, ladies and gentlemen, you are on the train to…”
There was a pause. The train conductor for the love of God could not remember the destination. He made another attempt.
“This is the train to…”
But again, no destination. In the carriages the passengers were starting to chuckle.
Amsterdam, Brussels, Paris, London, Berlin, Cologne, Vienna. None of them sounded right. Looking out of the window didn’t help either, as the train was surrounded by a dense fog that veiled the surrounding landscapes.
“Well,” the conductor finally said. “We’ll just see where our journey takes us, shall we?”
Train 4523 was never heard of again. It just… disappeared.
Some say it now roams the Earth, perpetually shrouded in mist, without ever stopping, chugging merrily along, its plight uncertain till the conductor recalls its final destination.
I for one hope he never does.
Because what better destination is there than our own imagination?
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