“Awaken! Stay awake! Rise out of the depths of the underworld!” — The Secret Book of John After a decade of steady weirdo fashion humor, you might (not have) noticed that I haven’t Cheeped in a year and a half. Because I almost died. Then wandered, dead-inside, through the sick-hued Valley of the Shadow of Death for over a year. So it’s not super funny. And I don’t really know how to explain it still, except in lyrics and verses. It was spiritual and it was mental and it was existential. It was the worst of times. I have had so, so many bad times, but this went beyond even my most depressive imaginings. “How long baby have I been away? It feels like ages, though you say it’s only days. There ain’t language for the things I’ve seen. The truth is stranger than my own worst dreams. The truth is stranger than all my dreams.” — Lord Huron “Meet Me in the Woods” The year before it all went down, I gradually lost my …