The interviewee
“Who do I like? Certainly not those who write, because what do they write? Reality, fiction, a mixed bag, a dream that’s dropped from the sky or reworked, a stolen story, one with a bad ending or never started. We will never know. Those I really like are artists on paper, on canvas, on raw material. What can you do with the plunking of keys on the computer, a stupid faint noise, a grey sadness if compared to the vastness of colour. There’s no pretence in what you see, and maybe you even go to bed more relaxed once you’ve spread your share of happiness-unhappiness somewhere and everyone else can enjoy it immediately, with just a glance. Do you think it’s good to chase the ghosts of others disguised as words? I don’t think so, and if I could I would stop straight away, very willingly.
What don’t I understand? The need to chase balls that are constantly moving, things that slip out of your hand like freshly caught fish. Healthy things like affection and approval, which can become bosses and dictators in weary lives. I understand children, but anyone else… what you go to scrape together on the streets, in houses, where you work, wherever there are some people, crying for confirmation, shouting at full blast. Do you think people don’t hear it? They hear it, they definitely hear it and after a while they get sick of you and your cry of pain. 
Boredom? I’ve never seen it close up, I know of it from stories, the usual conversations. It doesn’t actually exist, it’s just a consequence of mental inactivity, of those who don’t evolve and don’t get inspired.
What is unbearable to watch? People sleeping, from ten years and upwards. After the age of innocence, it’s unbearable to watch.
Have you ever noticed that in films in the middle of winter, with snow up to their ears, people go around in a shirt, wearing coats as accessories and hats like flowers in a buttonhole? Sorry, it was just a simple observation, a touch of hilarity if you like.”
Pause
“I’m sorry again, if the interview is over I would like a photo.”
“But I’m not here for that. I was only supposed to deliver a parcel.”