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, Brief Lives, Sandman
Destruction, Brief Lives, Sandman
morgan:
Ephemeral and Antithesis = both really really good words.
fatality:
Mmmmmm, Neruda. Makes me think of delight and detailed food and sweeping death.