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.

The sun strengthened. Slim withered. Slim would soon be a desiccated skin blowing across the sand.

And then a circle of light appeared. Pim, bodied again, moved toward it. Grim shades discussed Pim’s passage.

While Pim enjoyed darkness visible, Slim slithered through blinding desert. Very MUCH Slimself. And NOT content.

Finally Pim descended to a place of no entities. Not even Pimself. Consciousness only. And content.

Meanwhile Pim continued touring the underworld. The practices of humans were endlessly diverting for Pim.

Inexplicably Gim awoke in an alley next to a continental philosopher engaged in a Marxist film exegesis.

Meanwhile Slim, freed from the hospital, was going to and fro in the world and walking up and down in it.

Pim entered an underworld of dark and troubled things, where he caught a ferry ride across a fetid River.

Pim came upon a dark forest portal tended by a tricapitated canine.

Gim was found in the utilities closet and then returned forcibly to the bed. Gim was much missed by mop and broom.