lifelog 7 - mr. robot
Last week, I finally finished the TV series Mr. Robot. I started this fantastic journey almost 4 years ago.
When I began, I was a younger computer science student. I had never written good, secure code (not that I do now, eh) in C, C++, Python, or anything else. I was just a PHP developer—one of those who wrote code from scratch without frameworks or libraries. So, when I saw the pilot, my face was: 🤩. I used to write fansites for Habbo. Oh, what memories.
Anyway, Prime Video added the last season about 10 days ago, so I finally decided to watch the final 13 episodes—over a year after their release.
I noticed some parallels with my life. Excluding the first one: the paranoia about privacy. Anyone who knows me can confirm how I constantly nag everyone about privacy: "Use Signal, stop using WhatsApp, ditch Facebook, avoid Google services, don't write an online blog spilling all your stupid thoughts". Oh wait... not the last one!
Okay, maybe my personality has been shaped by TV series like Mr. Robot, Chuck, and Halt and Catch Fire. So perhaps this isn't really a coincidence.
The second parallel (and the last one because I don't want to bore anyone): the Budapest metaphor.
Budapest, an enchanting place, one of my favorite cities, a place where—until last week—I was looking for job ads on LinkedIn. Who knows? Maybe it will be my second home after Sicily.
Budapest, as Darlene describes it, is a metaphor for "escape from reality"—a place where anyone can be whatever they want
Maybe my subconscious decided on Budapest because of Mr. Robot?
No spoilers will be shared here. The only thing I will say is: WOW. What a series!
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A piece of my adolescente is gone, stop crying c'mon.