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20210111 I spent the weekend in Bormio. With Al, P, and F. F and Al are going to get married, or they'll definitely have a kid. I had pizza and a Tennent's with A. She's a bad influence on me. I'm setting up a Nano node on Docker and I don't really know what I'm doing. In all likelihood, A will leave for Venice by September. I'm still in Valmadrera. In two months, I'll turn 26, and in about 14 months, Kurt Cobain and the rest of the gang will die. Meanwhile, I still don't really know who I am; I haven't left a mark on the world, haven't done a damn thing, and haven't figured out what's going to happen to me tomorrow. It's been the same day-working remotely-for practically a year now. Nothing makes sense anymore.