UPSTATE PRISON KITE
$35.00
Before the phones, before the DMs, there was the kite. Folded up, passed hand to hand, cell to cell, yard to yard. A few words could travel from an upstate cell all the way back to the Bronx, carrying news, love, pain, hope, or just letting the block know somebody was still standing. A kite ain’t just paper it’s a lifeline. This graphic is for everybody who knows what it means when a message survives walls, fences, and time. From upstate back to the hood. The line never got cut.