Ever since I started having regular sex, I've noticed my creative capacity crater and my ability to visualize photos evaporate. I feel like I lost that 'third eye' I used to see photos and create stuff I found worthwhile.

I feel like my photos were largely about communicating my sense of loneliness and the decay of the world. How do I go about not reclaiming that voice, obviously I don't think that's possible given my new circumstances.

How do I find a new voice? Is sex necessarily the death of creativity? I'm really struggling to get out and take photos lately.