De carros, morte e sublime

Last night I drove a car
Not knowing how to drive
Not owning a car
I drove and knocked down
people I loved
...went 120 through one town.
[G. Corso]

I believe in the beauty of the car crash, in the peace of the submerged forest, in the elegance of automobile graveyards, in the poetry of abandoned hotels. [J. G. Ballard]