This is finely caught by Theodor Adorno, in an essay on Mahler, written in 1936: ‘So the memory is the only help that is left to them [the dead]. They pass away into it, and if every deceased person is like someone who was murdered by the living, so he is also like someone whose life they must save, without knowing whether the effort will survive.’*
Remember me. Being in nowhen which is a fate worse than death - Twilight in the Land of Nowhen
