War with the Newts

Glad I decided to read on after a couple of chapters because I am OBSESSED with this book now. There are some books are eternally relevant, even to this age that the author himself could never imagine, i.e. brainrot content broadcasted in video to everyone with an internet access and a small rectangular piece of metal. Technology can changed but humans haven't, considering the numerous quotable passages (at the same time both comedic and tragic) that can be said even now.

The end of the world might not be due to a cataclysmic event, but due to everyone of us, due to our humanity, and our endless march towards benefit our own parochial interests at the cost of our future and the world that houses us. Maybe the world will be burned to the ground, or inundated with seawater from the million attempts to increase just a little bit more profit, just a little bit more land, just a little bit more of us and less of them, just a tiny little bit more. The death by a thousand tiny little cuts from the billions of us.

The author would probably have given a good chuckle to know that his belief is still relevant today, a fact that makes me a little disappointed because how can we not change that much despite all the technological and humanistic advances that we make. But I decide to be optimistic, for what other options can there be... at least it's not that late yet... right? Though I still feel a sense of comfort, in the same way misery loves company, that someone wrote this novel, hoping to leave a few words for posterity, and that one day someone can enjoy it immensely; the same way two siblings sat down near a bonfire, chatting away into the night and laughing about the funny and depressing shenanigans that the fucked up family is up to, but at the same time feeling comforted by the fact that we have that we were born and raised by the same people, lived and breathed with the same people. And within that shared context, there's something magical when both of us knew what the other feel without having to say in so many sentences. That at least someone understands us.