Thankfully the man pursuing the horizon travelled with a cell phone.
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.
Gim awoke at the same moment a window popped, the pressure change shunting near weightless Gim into the void.
As Gim continued to dream of plummeting downward, the other’s discussed Gim’s comatose state.
“While overused, the term ‘déjà vu’ is at times unavoidable,” any of the four of them might have thought.
Prior to the siblings’ arrival the well-dressed albatross joined Gim, unaware it was Gim or that Gim was in a coma.
Both desires were satisfied. Gim had landed on–and was comatose on–a table by a tiki bar. Dreaming vividly.
Some minutes after emerging from the wreckage it occurred to Pim that Gim had flown loose in the fall.
Slim saw the driver arise and go to a new life: wherein he would wed, beget, draw pay, and accept not being dead.
The occupants of the taxi were unhurt, having landed on a depository for recycling the nests of extinct birds.
But Zeno was wrong. They did crash.
