‘The man was a man simply by his very nature.’ She saw herself as such: a woman. And what that meant was ultimately: nothing to be noted. No differences in nature arose because man and woman were to be considered human, some sort of phonetic amalgamation of Him and Woman, forming the sound of human. And by nature, both, again, nothing to be noted. To be understood as more was to be in some way luxurious. A certain degree of age place them both in their appropriate section. A certain degree of death and love and longing. A certain degree of music and masturbation and certainly food. Because what was it that was yelled and decided to be just? Humanity. Ones own degree of encompassing what that even looked like at 7 billion humans. To be attempted here is that very idea of ‘immense expanse’ of heads, or persons, of numbers or ideas and invariably of sex. The immense expanse of sex. Of sweat and procreation and of grass and trees and fog. The very nature of the light outside right now… the yellow of a sunset and the graying of her hair in a storm. There is always a breeze and there is never ‘nothing’ done. Maybe the absence defined by its contour. Maybe nothing more to be noted than the wind.