Crimeless Love, Loveless Crime

Crime might be an illusion. Will Right or Wrong, please step up to the witness stand? It’s our duty to determine how they differ, where we lie on the spectrum of morality. The will of His Correctness versus the Temptation of His Wrongness. Commonalities seem impossible. They can’t bear their similarities. 

Right and Wrong lie across from one another. They are neighbors. They wave hello to each other on their way to work. They share a wall between their cubicles. They call that wall He Who Signals Virtue.

Should they break through the wall, Right and Wrong could finally be together, tangled up in their love and erotic desire to become one another. To feel what it’s like to be the other.

Right would like to never see another lawmaker again. Remove them from their sight.

Wrong longs to be given its second chance. “Please look at me. I’m not all that bad.” 

Right wants to help Wrong, but should they try, the Venn diagram would collapse. They do not acknowledge that their circle-shaped homes do, in fact, intersect. But neither dares to walk into the forgotten shared storage space where nuance has been stored away like late Grandma’s memories. Should they cross paths, they would touch, and everyone would look their way and mistake their intimacy for conspiracy.

But all they want is to share space. They know they cannot live together. It would never work. They must allocate the space and their belongings: what belongs to whom?

They long for crime to be their illusion.