Watchers of shores spot these original dwellings, their peaks peering out of the water; they record in their notebooks dimensions, details, dividing according to taxon. As you step out of one you mark the shore with your absence, the observers confronted by a formless aspect. Continued observation is impossible, as the region is lapped by its discharge — a smell that is floral, coastal, pubic; heard as a gurgling, felt on the down covering forearms or legs.