I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.
Jack Kerouac, On The Road
Who is L?
An analyst by day, an insomniac TV addict by night, an ambivalent hobbyist with too many interests on the weekends.
I am an incipient home baker, a learning photographer, a fledging writer, a wanderlust addict, a budding fashionista and an occasional petrol head. These are mere drops in the ocean of the identities I relate to.
I vacillate, I’m inconsistent, and I change my mind. Trying to adhere to a set of principles in a world that has followed no rules is a futile endeavour. So I try to choose to live in the moment as it arises, to seek comfort, connection, bliss and beauty in every encounter, and to strive for empathy and compassion in each exchange.
Why Did She Egg a Cake?
To log my adapted recipes, to archive my photographic endeavours, to wax lyrical about my latest travel (mis)adventure, to model my pretty things and to record for posterity a multitude of other interests, some more fleeting than others.
My greatest fear is not of death – it is that of posthumous oblivion.
This contains the usually mundane records of my bakes, my days, my rants, and logs the occasionally intimate documentation of my encounters and passions and forms my only worthwhile legacy. Not many will care, but some will. This is for the some.
You’re welcome to join my haphazard journey.