“We’re building prisons all over the world and calling them luxury condos.”
J.G. Ballard, Cocaine Nights
»Qu’est ce que je peux faire ? J’sais pas quoi faire ! Qu’est ce que je peux faire ? J’sais pas quoi faire ! Qu’est ce que je peux faire ? J’sais pas quoi faire ! »
Marianne in Pierrot le Fou, Jean-Luc Godard
“the ragged skyline of the city resembled the disturbed encephalograph of an unresolved mental crisis.”
J.G. Ballard
“We live in a world ruled by fictions of every kind—mass merchandising, advertising, politics conducted as a branch of advertising, the instant translation of science and technology into popular imagery, the increasing blurring and intermingling of identities within the realm of consumer goods, the preempting of any free or original imaginative response to experience by the television screen. We live inside an enormous novel. For the writer in particular it is less and less necessary for him to invent the fictional content of his novel. The fiction is already there. The writer’s task is to invent the reality.”
J.G. Ballard, Crash
« Après tout, je suis idiot, moi. Merde, merde ! »
Ferdinand in Pierrot le Fou, Jean-Luc Godard
PARIS POETRY 
Nice collage! Love Ballard !
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