i find it almost poetic that when becoming a hamilton fan, all you know at first is his name and his achievements and his presence.
but then you dig deeper into his career and learn nico rosberg's name. and suddenly you cannot talk about one without thinking of the other.
not everything is about them and their relationship but it feels like it will almost always circle back to that.
(never trust your three am thoughts theyll lead you down a deep dark path of realizing brocedes' string of fate can and will never broken no matter how frayed and worn it is and its always going to haunt you)
