A: And what does he look like?
N: He looks like he was drawn on the back of a receipt with a biro pen.
Benson's back, having spent the past seven years locked inside his creator's subconscious. He's been through it. He looks like shit. He's developed a penchant for reality TV and playground swings. He's also somewhat imaginary.
A meditation on friendship and Bensons, this piece examines shared grief and the lost creations of childhood.