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Phrases from *The Pianist* sneak in—“What’s the point?” I groan, scrollin’ sketchy sites. Tired, I get—soul-heavy, like Szpilman starvin’ in ruins. But then—bam!—Lola texts, “Yo, Yodah, u alive?” Grin, I do—friendship in weird places, best it is! “Hide, I must,” I joke back, Polanski-style. She snorts— “Ain’t no Nazis here, fool.”

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

I know sometimes i exaggerate—thanks, spa life—but each block in Stene (be) fills my lungs with energy. It’s real, raw, and sometimes insane, but come on, that's how i love it. And every night i look at the stars and think, "I’ll be back," because tomorrow's gonna be dope too.

Sally L. Stene