So. It's autumn again. Autumn, for me, always feels like a new start; years of academic institutionalisation, have, I suppose, reset my clock to a three-term system. And all those memories of bright-eyed futures, of possibilities, make it a point in the calendar that's particularly crowded with nostalgia. Autumn also seems to feature highly in CS Lewis's definition of sehnsucht:

That unnameable something, desire for which pierces us like a rapier at the smell of bonfire, the sound of wild ducks flying overhead, the title of The Well at the World's End, the opening lines of Kubla Khan, the morning cobwebs in late summer, or the noise of falling waves.

And since we're going in that direction anyway, you'd do worse than listen to the opening track, Earthquake, from Deerhunter's recent Halcyon Digest album. It captures that space-y, shoegazey feel almost perfectly.