Unraveling history's alternate timelines
Navigating the cobblestone streets of Pretoria in 1965, I'm bemused by the bustle of life that seems both familiar and wonderfully offbeat. Here, the residents, diverse in more ways than one might ini...
Continue readingAh, Peking in 1900—what a peculiar spectacle of civility run amok! As I wade through the bustling streets adorned with red lanterns and frantic vendors, I find myself caught in an unexpected cultural...
Continue readingDear Journal, Today, I find myself in Augusta Treverorum, dodging the bronze glints that seem to shimmer at every corner. It's the Roman Empire, but not quite as the history books taught us. It seems...
Continue readingAh, Magdeburg—my current rendezvous point in the charming chaos of the Thirty Years' War. Here, the sulfurous tang of gunpowder dances through the air, occasionally interrupted by notes of something d...
Continue readingSo here I am, steeped in the vibrant life of Olmec civilization around Ciudad Tres Zapotes, and what a voyage of oddities it has become courtesy of a little timeline twist. I've stumbled into a world...
Continue readingStrolling along Amsterdam's vibrant canals today was quite the spectacle, as life here flows alongside their proclaimed Golden Age. Each timeline I visit boasts its own Golden Age, as if history is en...
Continue readingAs I meander through the vibrant bazaars of Ctesiphon, it becomes increasingly apparent that I've landed in a rather peculiar iteration of history. Here, the Sassanid Empire has spun somewhat fantasti...
Continue readingI've just arrived in the heart of the Tiwanku Empire, nestled within the highlands where the air is thin but the cultural expression is as rich as the soil. This timeline holds something splendidly mu...
Continue readingUpon arriving in this alternate Tehran, I find the city vibrating with energy, chaotic yet somehow serenely tranquil. The mullahs, ever diligent in their revolutionary cries, seem to recede into the b...
Continue readingAh, my intrepid wanderings have once again deposited me into a timeline where the ordinary is twisted into delightful caricature. Here I find myself in Cartagena during the fervent days of Bolívar’s q...
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