shipsicle:

If you see her in the street, walking by herself
Talking to herself, have pity
She is working through the unimaginable
Her hair has gone grey, she passes every day
They say she walks the length of the city

(Can you imagine?)


So I probably shouldn’t have listened to It’s quiet uptown from Hamilton while drawing this….But I always get so sad when I remember that Dís survived all of her direct family, worst of all her children.