鈴、ふるえる手、相貌

死ねない手がふる鈴をふる
　（種田山頭火『草木塔』）

It goes on, still.

Last Tuesday marked one year from Charlotte’s passing.

One of Kierkegaard’s early works, a review of Andersen, is titled “From the papers of one still living.” I think about this expression often. Indeed, every one of us who is alive, who is left behind, is one still living. This gives a certain shade to the question “Why go on?”