that there is no "This is what this place looked like in the year XXXX" Maps-Like on the internet, to help me remember what things fucking looked like back then when writing stories taking place Back Then.
Alternatively, it's deeply unfair that my memory... isn't.
Me: "I think I'm... done with this story? Finally?"
My brain: "Hey. Hey. You said the closest border to Nice was the Italian one. It's actually the one with Monaco. You're giving people wrong information."
Me: "... fuck." furious googling about protectorates and the history of the kingdom for 2 hours now ensues
This is why if I write something set in the real world, it’s either in the present or in the future.
I might get wrong how many rotating habitats are controlled by the Syndicated American Territories but by the time anyone finds out I’ll be too dead for people to yell at me.
