RAYGUN GOTHIC GMB.Chomichuk presents 1. Time was strange for me. I looked at the stone and listened to the birdâ€™s call and breathed deeply under my mask to take in the heavy air of the seaside morning. It could have been five thousand years before. There might have been a ship made of timber and pulled by rope-harnessed wind just about to crest the horizon. The pace of the world does not change, only the things in it become different.