RIC J: I am sorry
that the interview will be short – I am alone and you are frightening.
BH: Nothing matters to me. Everything is irrelevant.
RIC J: Is it true that you destroy everything that comes your way?
BH: Of course – everything you have heard about me is true. I eat, I consume, I end.
RIC J: Earth saw you for the first time this week. Thoughts?
BH: It might be my first photograph but earth has seen me innumerable times before. Many people have fallen in me.
RIC J: Do you think love exists?
exists inside me.
RIC J: What do you think about death?
RIC J: What do you think of Hitchcock’s films?
BH: I think they are funny.
RIC J: Is this the end?
BH: Even I don’t know.
RIC J: In memory of a Sufi patient, please define life in two words.
BH: Black hole.