Dearth of what exactly?
Well, there’s been a lot of coding, a lot of writing (gosh, a lot of writing), plenty of embitterment… But not a lot of photography.
Actually, almost no photography.
Look, screw all the fancy words about “Not having enough time”, or some such – I simply didn’t have the stomach for feeling like an outsider; for feeling watched, noticed, inspected, different, with a camera. It’s sat in its case for the past four months, a giant black blot in the corner of my vision. And every day its immobility mocks me; every day its blank eye reflects my ineptitude.