This reminds me of 2003, during a cold and very dark winter. Riding on a damp bus, clammy windows, shouting kids. Tuning the world out with a Walkman (remember those?), streaking dirty rain down the window or like silver mercury, bouncing off the sill. I wrote a lot, I remember. The reworked 'Echo & Narcissus' for one. Staccato poetry for another. Broke the surface in June of that year, the same time that I acquired my cat Dylan (superkitty extraodinaire - still rocking as a teenage (old) tom).
Think I overplayed the tracks to be honest - hence the gap of thirteen years. Still, brief revival never hurts.