Shannon Redmon

“All these were possible, and for a long time it seemed to me quite random that, out of thousands of variations, this was the one that came about. As a young man, I had the feeling that since the death of my parents I’d been leading another life – the wrong life. Even more than my siblings, I wondered to what extent the events of my childhood and adolescence had defined me, and it was only very late that I understood that I myself am the sole architect of my existence. This is what I am when I allow my past to influence me, and conversely, just as much when I resist it. And all I have to do is thinks of the moments with Alva and my children in order to understand that this other life, the one in which I have now left such clear traces, cannot be wrong anymore.
Because it’s mine.”
― Benedict Wells, Vom Ende der Einsamkeit