Could it be the coffee or the book that has given me this tremor, or is it both or maybe mostly the book? Which book? Oh, "just" Metro2033... one helluva sci-fi novel, that drags you on and on for quite a long while, making you wonder what on earth is the author planning, only to deliver a beast of an ending. Initially I might've given it a 4/5 star rating, but as it often has happened to me in the past, once I reached the end I decided it deserves a full 5/5 rating. After WWIII made the world uninhabitable, the people of Moscow retreated inside their Metro system, trying to make a living on mushrooms, pork, rats and whatnot, fending off dangerous creatures and at the same time trying to remain sane when the tunnels of the metro seem to speak to you, disturbingly, as if it had a breath of its own. But what this book made me think of, among others, is that man is man's worst enemy after all and that he is a frail being without a guide (like a god, an ideology), especially in dire times such as that described in the book. Of course, related to my second thought, one can never ever know how they will actually react given a certain situation. You can assume and emit some prediction but its accuracy might turn out null. And this doesn't apply solely to extreme situations, but also in the small and big events of our lives.
So my sci-fi winter has begun, after a terribly failed attempt to read gothic novels in November, focused mostly on the Dune universe, Kim Stanley Robinson and, of course, any post-apocalyptic novel I might be able to get my hands or Kindle on.
And because I will be reading the book "Roadside picnic" again asap here's a lovely guitar song
from the game's OST.
Take care, meine Lieben!