Our previous issue was dedicated to boredom. While we were planning it, we never expected there would be unsettling similarities between the phantoms of tedium and the manifestations of evil that stem from our being “modern”. “My name is legion,” says the demon from the Gospel. And in effect, evil has many names, many of which are explored in this issue of Literal: from the evil of poverty to that of sickness; from the evil imposed by ideological orthodoxies of the past century (sanctified at the time as revolutionary violence) to the banal, rational evil of Nazi functionaries and bureaucrats; or even the brutish evil, lacking ideology, that explodes into urban violence or just marginalization—the drug dealer, the kidnapping industry, the Mara gangs, etc. Thanks to the New York Museum of Modern Art, our pages are graced by the firm, sometimes lacerating outlines of one of the greatest artists of our time: Lucian Freud. In the same vein, we close the issue under the acid gaze of John Alexander. As an oasis, we have Thomas Glassford and Cara Barer.