Back in May 2005, The Living Comic had something nice to say about Scribs. The guy writing it, Occultatio (fun aside: try to figure out how you’d pronounce that), said he’s been a lurker on my site for years. It got my interest, I liked the way he wrote and what he wrote about, so I checked up on his blog occasionally.

But he hasn’t updated since November 2005, so it makes me wonder, did something happen to him? He appeared to make a big deal out of updating three times a week or giving copious apologies when he didn’t, but since then, nothing. Now his blog is slowly being corrupted, Reboot-virus-like, by comment spam and php include errors.

He might be fine and moved on to better things; he might be dead behind some new drywall in a Georgia basement, I don’t know. I just think about this occasionally…if I suddenly died, my friends would know, but there’d be a couple websites that were no longer being updated, and some collection of people who’d wonder why, and they’d never know what happened to me. There’s a weird feeling here for me, and I have a hard time putting it into words. I kinda want to say it’s about the immediacy of the Internet–or maybe its illusion of information permanence–but I think it’s independent of medium. It’s probably the same weirdness as if someone sent you a letter shortly before they died, and you receive it the day after their funeral.