I wasn’t looking for any of this.
It started with architecture: oversized doorways, sealed windows, buried first floors, buildings that don’t line up with their “official” dates. Small inconsistencies. Easy to ignore—until you can’t.
So I followed the paper trail. Old photos that don’t match the story. Maps that contradict modern layouts. Newspaper headlines that were once everywhere, then quietly disappeared from memory. The deeper you dig, the clearer the pattern gets: parts of the past weren’t just forgotten. They were edited.
The Unofficial Timeline is where I document that search—one investigation at a time. Lost infrastructure, erased events, strange resets, and the fingerprints they left in stone, streets, and records.
I pull from archives, public documents, and primary sources. I show the receipts on-screen. You’ll see what I see, and you can decide what it means.
New investigations weekly.
