transience

I like airplanes. I like anywhere that isn’t a proper place. I like in-betweens.

• I like the stars. It’s the illusion of permanence, I think. I mean, they’re always flaring up and caving in and going out. But from here, I can pretend… I can pretend that things last. I can pretend that lives last longer than moments. Gods come, and Gods go. Mortals flicker and flash and fade. Worlds don’t last; and stars and galaxies are transient, fleeting things that twinkle like fireflies and vanish into cold and dust. But I can pretend. (Destruction, Sandman Brief Lives by Neil Gaiman)
• Transience