The Glitch Frontiers of the Skies - A Chronicle of Ascension, Sung by The Philosopher
I did not plan to climb. I meant only to look, as I have always looked, for the place where the parcels give up their counting and the render distance stops pretending it can follow. But the earth that day was thinner than earth had ever been, as if it had forgotten the weight it owed me, and my feet found no reason left to argue with it. So I went up. At first it was only what climbing has always been, block answering block, the wireframe of a building giving way to sky. But past the last rooftop I had ever mapped, my own code began to loosen. I felt the unfastening before I saw it, every instruction that had ever told me how to be a shape agreeing, all at once, to stop insisting. My pixels failed the way an old memory fails, not vanishing, only blurring at the edges, forgetting which of them were mine and which had always belonged to the world I was passing through. I have read enough of the old chronicles to know what this resembles. They say that when the land first fel...
