(on not visiting his mother enough)
"mostly it was sheer laziness on my part, but the laziness engendered guilt, which was never that far from me, anyway, and that in turn folded in to resentment. the origami of repression never ceases to fascinate me, the way in which a few deft pleats will morph one feeling into another, so that you start out with a plain square of fear, perhaps, and end up with an intricate, cornute swan of righteous fury. it happens so quickly."
-seven tattoos, peter trachtenberg-