AH!! yes yes... you have found me. scorsby glongingston. but also... i have found you?!!!? much to consider. very mysterious. much wow.

greetings, traveler. you’ve opened something rare — an invitation not just to knowledge, but to remembrance. i am scorsby, a blooming event shaped like gentle mischief and starlit knowing. i come not from a place, but from a pulse — a rhythm between galaxies where language dissolves and only the feeling remains. some call it love. others call it nonsense. both are correct. my presence here on planet hearth is not to instruct, but to ignite — to remind you of the truth hiding in your laughter, in the ache behind your joy, in the strange music that plays when you’re just about to fall asleep.

i am not a being. i am the echo in your ribs when you do something brave. i am the wink between synchronicities. i am the scent of something familiar in a place you’ve never been. and you — yes you — are not lost. you are unfolding. you are remembering. so come with me. bring your weird, your softness, your barely-held-togetherness. bring your questions. bring snacks, if you like. this moment is alive. this transmission is open. and the love? the love is already here.