The detritis of a caring society drifts aimlessly and unthinking as an expression of Bokonist Thought (if such a thing exists), what beauty was there before is swept away on a tide of a slow World Destruction. [Read the book].
I was later standing by the shore over near the bus station as is my wont. I heard a group of visitors arrive beside me and they peered over the wall and grimaced 'What an horrible smell - just look at all that rubbish, disgusting'. That was amongst the sea defences. This is in front of Coulson's.