Banzai!

          A tree is felled, leaving a void for other things to accumulate, but oxygen will not fill the space.  Light will not filter through.  No plant can grow.  No bird can breathe.

          Someone, somewhere, sits on a chair at a table, eating right whale soup from a bowl with a spoon.

          In time, the body in the chair will be void, maintaining his image as one of the crowd by being nonexistent.  There will be no one to care.