Becoming Duchess Goldblatt

by Duchess Goldblatt

The human mind is kind. It will create blank spaces for itself. I think of them as little airbags in my mind, cushioning the tender places where the blows and bruises are.

The only predictive text I want is that which tells me when and how my enemies will die.

Don’t let anyone shame you for your love of an imaginary friend. Religions have been founded on less.