Evil is an important requisite for change to occur. The way countries, cities, people's lives are shaped often comes as a result of passions that are hard to reconcile with good intentions or tendency towards common wealth . Evil deeply permeates London. It is written all over its history. 
It takes only a few minutes inside Westminster Abbey, looking at the monuments inside the dark chapels, the tombs of monarch and their families, to realise how greed, power hunger, desire, obsessions have played such an important part in making this place what it is now. The beauty of such Evil is also disturbing, for it seems to me that all the most remarkable changes are seldom the result of the predictability of calm, whilst are more linked with the restless souls attempting to dominate such chaos.
It's hard to decide whether London is a city that makes one a better or worse person than when we first arrived and indulged in its dark embrace. Like a icy queen offering Turkish delight.
It takes only a trip on the underground to realise how territorial, primordial, selfish, greedy this city is. And it would not be so beautiful if it wasn't exactly like this.
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