i believe

I believe in my own obsessions, in the beauty of the car crash, in the peace of the submerged forest, in the excitements of the deserted holiday beach, in the elegance of automobile graveyards, in the mystery of multi-storey car parks, in the poetry of abandoned hotels.
(J.G. Ballard, fragment uit ‘What I believe‘, gepubliceerd in Interzone #8, 1984)