Gloucester, Massachusetts is a strikingly beautiful seaside… deeply affected by humanity’s incredible ability to shit where it eats. When I was a kid I would spend hours playing in the tide pools here, poking star fish and sea annenamies, digging wherever the sand bubbled for clams, and chasing crabs as they scuttled about. Now it’s 15 years later, and everywhere is completely lifeless. Oh, except for brown, goopy algae, and a proliferation of humans in motorboats. But, hey; look! It’s still beautiful… right?