alexander hamilton had just gone through the loss of his daughter, angelica, and had moved uptown with john laurens, his husband, and philip hamilton, his son

alexander would walk through the streets everyday, some said he walked the length of the city.

alex would speak quietly to himself, his eyes stricken with grief as he slowly walked through the crowds

alex: “angelica you’d like it uptown.. it’s quiet uptown.. i never liked the quiet before…”

rumors around the town started to grow about the ‘man who paced the city’ and whenever someone would mention him, most would say

???: “if you see him in the streets.. walking by himself, talking to himself- have pity… he is working through the unimaginable..”