The Well-Dressed Albatross awoke from what could correctly be described as troubled dreams and attired himself for the dining room.
Pim Comic Strip
How I came to write Pim
People often ask how I came to write Pim. It seems like a thousand years since I discovered Pim, or that Pim
discovered me. Thankfully I kept detailed notes and saved photos from that time. While I can’t swear to the
absolute accuracy of what you are about to read, I have done my best to capture the essence of how Pim entered my life.
While in still other dreams Pim and Bim were figures “…seen in early dawn/Down at the far end of an avenue,/Going we know not where.”
In other motel dreams the Well-Dressed Albatross saw Gim—faceless, voiceless, desiccated—ineluctably dumped into a rude cell.
In motel dreams the Well-Dressed Albatross was haunted by an image of the lagarta, inert yet vibrant by the soiled baseboard.
Finding himself in strained financial circumstances the Well-Dressed Albatross watched Slim’s inauguration on the TV set of a motor-hotel.
Jarless, Bim left Gim in puddle of spillage, lit out across the desert looking for Pim, and was spotted by a man pursuing the horizon.
The lagarta stocked the jar with exotic sea creatures, moving it nocturnally through darkened corridors to foil discovery.
The lagarta helped Bim escape with the sole motive of appropriating the jar, which she then moved stealthily by sled across the desert.
The disconcerting thing about the lagarta was that while generally statue-still, she could, on impulse, travel a great distance quickly.
Meanwhile Slim had accidentally been elected Chancellor of a radical conservative autocracy.
