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.
Mr. Love contemplated souls lost to the city of dreadful night, in films of a vanished era, enjoyed from his Buick.
Without perceiving him, the siblings passed close to the Well-Dressed Albatross, devouring volume after volume of the Diary of Samuel Pepys.
Hearing voices, Gim crawled to the trio of siblings. Thrilled at again being a quartet, Pim and Bim rolled Gim up for ease of transport.
Pim and Bim came up through what turned out to be the archive drain, discovering Slim they extricated their sibling’s tail.
The tunnel terminated at a round metal plate. Machined holes allowed rays of light through and two were threaded with a slender appendage.
Hours became days. Pim and Bim traversed a passage whose wall was so uniformly yet organically round it might have been drawn by an Ensō master.
Wandering for days, anger increasing proportionate to weight decreasing, Slim came upon the one who had perished.
Despite not knowing whither the network of tunnels might lead, Pim and Bim felt it prudent to move swiftly into it.
Pursued by ferocious chickens, Pim and Bim quickly found sanctuary in an underground rodent tunnel.
