Riders on the Swash


At the intersection of San Francisco and the Pacific, another city burbles in the foreshore. It’s a place of relentless motion, where waves break then creep up the beach, each ripple and rivulet carving a new future in the sand. The swash zone is a tumbler of life, inviting the stalwart to dig in or hang on for the ride. 

Submerged in the swash is a community of beings born of the same evolutionary tree as mine but inhabiting their own branches. The master among them is the Pacific mole crab, an expert digger who burrows backward by liquefying the sand…


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