This COVID-19 situation makes me a bit paranoid. A funny password rule at work today send my head spinning, thinking about identity and trust.

Internal dialog:

Me

I’m a big fan of Debian and im pretty sure it exists, but how do I know if it is the real Debian?

Me

The packages are signed

Me

Sure but can I trust the keys I received from the internet?

Me

Probably not

Me

Then what?

Me

Meet with some people from the Debian comunity

Me

Yes great idea, who are these people… can you trust what you read on the internet?

Me

Maybe if there is a picture

Me

Nah DeepFake

Me

Do I know anybody who knows somebody in the community? ahh i’m going cracy.

Am I

6B7D1E24C773A04C, k51qzi5uqu5dl9mmauag4futqwgg75phx4ajqxp5swxmykkr84bd1rln9ktk9a

or something else, and how would you know

Let’s meet

A Danish poem about identity/being in this universe:

Jeg er mig der er ham der er ham der er mig og mit jeg det er mig ikke dig. Hvis en anden var mig ku det godt være dig der var mig hvis jeg ikke var mig. Det er klart det er rart jeg gik hen i en fart og blev ental i første person. Det er trist for enhver som har fødselsbesvær og går rundt og slet ikke er noen. … – Halfdan Rasmussen (I believe)

https://menneske.dk/krabat/_digte/poldigte/HalfdanRasmussen/7.html

I believe you can find the source for this blog here:

ipfs.io/ipfs/QmWxkUyu9d9m4XsC51QnyP3iLusi3UJbpvG6v3Wsz7ytBW but you tell me

git clone http://QmWxkUyu9d9m4XsC51QnyP3iLusi3UJbpvG6v3Wsz7ytBW.ipfs.localhost:8080/ blog-of-knj