I said I’m not here to be stronger than you are. I’m only here to be stronger than you are. I don’t like to work. I don’t like feeling someone’s finger on my ass. There were gardens of liberty. I situate myself as often as possible within the dream. A moth drawn towards glowing gleaming blinding things.

Aaron Boothby writes things similar to poetry in the gaps between making and spending money while living in Montréal. Current projects include investigations into schizophrenic literature by way of a deceased Belgian poet. Recent publications include pieces in Axolotl and The Puritan. 

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