If I leave here tomorrow,
Would you still remember me?

Over in Colin’s class, Scott writes about bloggers, saying

their existence was purely as information, as an electronic media. They were not people, but they were their blogs. Look at Alden, for example: With a Longfellow Beard like he had just come out of a solitary time in the woods (or the wilderness of the electronic world), and wearing a shirt on which was stitched the word "Blogger" where a nametag would normally go.

From an empiricist, bordering on solipsist perspective, perhaps that is really how the people we encounter exist, as information. Having the computer mediate that information, as opposed to the visual, auditory, and even olfactory information that we receive when we are physically near each other perhaps makes this more apparent. Lynyrd Skynyrd’s Free Bird Lyrics is also, perhaps, a reminder about how we exist as information in the form of memories. Do we cease to exist when the brain stops functioning? When the body stops functioning? Or, perhaps, when we are forgotten?

So, if a blogger falls in the solitary woods, and no one reads his blog, does he exist?