The handwriting is shaky and the page is wet

What do I do now?
I have nothing left
Even my little place I used to sleep in is gone now
The stores are gone
That damned hurricane took everything
I'm scrounging for food in this town.
This won't do.
Maybe my cousin had the right idea.
Maybe....
But I've got a chance. I know I can do something to make it better.
I know. I could write about what I'm feeling. I'm pretty good at that.
-Alexander Hamilton who isn't even sleeping