Adding to the miasma was the cold, hard fact that I was creatively blocked. In the months following the election, I didn't shoot a single photograph. My usual approach to Spontaneous Capture mysteriously stopped working for me. No longer were shots of street scenes investigative observations into the human psyche. In light of the Orwellian pall that hung over my hijacked country, alarming events transformed into sensational forms of entertainment, encouraged by vitriol and vicious rhetoric. No longer was having an eye witness in the right place at the right time vindication for the victims. There were no right places and the times, they were wrong, all wrong.