Start of a short story....

“We do not exist unless somebody thinks about us. We evolve from light and purity into a covetous dark and gloomy.” Logan proclaimed on the corner of Grant and Fifth. His only audience is anybody that would listen. He continued, “Of all things beautiful on this rock, all that you could smell, taste, touch, see, and hear was extraordinary and all of these things are compressed into one. All those metallic orbs are aligned so righteously in the midnight sky that we should all see the core of it, the meaning of it. Yes. That is right. The meaning of life. People, they are shining brightly upon us. The time is now. We must act before it is too late. Change while you ca-.” A distant pop and Logan felt a sharp pain on the right side of his head, he felt dizzy and nausea and helpless all at the same time. He could no longer remain vertical. Ribbons of crimson lay over his face, transforming his skull into a neatly wrapped presented. The pale blue eyes rolled back into his head as he lay on his side. Only a few people gathered around him to comfort him, a few stood around him and speculated where the shot came from; while others ran for cover. Logan tasted metallic blood in his mouth when his vision faded to black. Across the street, deep in an alley an indistinct figure snapped pictures of the grizzly scene.