Prior to the siblings’ arrival the well-dressed albatross joined Gim, unaware it was Gim or that Gim was in a coma.
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.
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.
Catching sight of the taxi at the final perceptible Δx the well-dressed albatross clung to a comforting theory.
…and in the ultimate, lucid, pre-crash moment the driver posed the essential question.
So distracted was the driver by Slim’s lambasting that he missed an important detour, and plummeted off a brink.
Despite his best efforts the taxi driver found it hard to tune out Slim’s unrelenting censure.