Ben's Got Back

As of a day or so ago, I believe. The fog surrounding him doesn't seem to have cleared very much, but, while I can clearly type, I can't talk. I wonder if he made it to his namesake's symphonic dabble on the night of his return. I also wonder if he brought the twelve roses I requested of him, each to complete, in conjunction with the others, two half-dozens, for I need them to decorate a currently roseless bed I one day hope to climb into — upon invitation.

Before he left, Ben informed me that art takes the long way round to where science already is. True, that.