Having fallen from a great height, Gim became entangled in tree-branches at the base of Popocatépetl. And hung there for some days.
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.
Soon though Clive found an ancient indigenous text,carved in petrified earth, and lost all interest in Pim and Pim’s book.
Clive was not up for matching the WDA’s consumption of fluids and moved on.
Clive did at last come upon another living soul. And one he knew. And one to whom he spoke of his concerns, at length.
It was in Clive’s genius that he saw only the problem at hand and didn’t register that a megalopolis of 27 millon was uninhabited.
Pursuing serpentine leads Clive ended up kilometres away in an anonymous, if dubious, B & B. He had decrypted Pim’s book and was not happy.
Bim proceeded to the city square, abandoned but for the WDA who was enjoying an unusual beverage punctuated with lime.
Pim took a bus to twin peaks for which the legend of Iztaccíhuatl and Popcatépetl was eponymous.
Grown short-tempered during their journey together, Pim and Bim separated in an industrial zone beneath a busy overpass.
Pim and Bim liked the multicoloured structures pointing emphatically skyward as to a higher power, made inaccessible by murderous traffic.
