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	<title>Cat Chambers</title>
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	<description>Cat Chambers</description>
	<pubDate>Tue, 31 Mar 2026 14:15:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>'Mori</title>
				
		<link>https://catchambers.com/Mori</link>

		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Dec 2025 19:18:19 +0000</pubDate>

		<dc:creator>Cat Chambers</dc:creator>

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‘MORI



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 ‘Remember
you must die’ the Furby whispered to the Lafufu. 


‘But death is an inefficiency in the
system of perpetual becoming’
the Lafufu replied.



I saw a
picture of a rich man riding out the clock the other day. 


Surrounded
by vials of his own blood.


Biomarkers,
bed by eight thirty and Bathory. 


Or all of
those frozen heads unwaiting to defrost in Arizona.


Sweet dreaming
of limitlessness,


Bounded by
the limits of nature and a reliable
power source.



Memento
Mori.</description>
		
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		<title>Memory Box</title>
				
		<link>https://catchambers.com/Memory-Box</link>

		<pubDate>Tue, 31 Mar 2026 14:09:56 +0000</pubDate>

		<dc:creator>Cat Chambers</dc:creator>

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Contain is a strange word.
To contain is to hold, but also to restrain.
What is in the box is contained, kept safe, but also kept from.
From the light, from your hands.
(From
the present moment, which is jealous, and will not share).
A photograph is a question you asked long ago,
the box is where you put the answer so you would not have to
hear it.
A
shadow-self that&#38;nbsp;exists
elsewhere&#38;nbsp;or you&#38;nbsp;in a
different tense.
I hold what you cannot carry.I wait where you will not walk.
You fill it like a stomach.
When you are ready,the box will open.
Or it will not.
Both are its way of answering.
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		<title>Memory Box </title>
				
		<link>https://catchambers.com/Memory-Box-1</link>

		<pubDate>Tue, 31 Mar 2026 14:15:13 +0000</pubDate>

		<dc:creator>Cat Chambers</dc:creator>

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Contain is a strange word.
To contain is to hold, but also to restrain.
What is in the box is contained, kept safe, but also kept from.
From the light, from your hands.
(From
the present moment, which is jealous, and will not share).
A photograph is a question you asked long ago,
the box is where you put the answer so you would not have to
hear it.
A
shadow-self that&#38;nbsp;exists
elsewhere&#38;nbsp;or you&#38;nbsp;in a
different tense.
I hold what you cannot carry.I wait where you will not walk.
You fill it like a stomach.
When you are ready,the box will open.
Or it will not.
Both are its way of answering.
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		<title>Subsequence Cycle</title>
				
		<link>https://catchambers.com/Subsequence-Cycle</link>

		<pubDate>Mon, 28 Jul 2025 13:33:59 +0000</pubDate>

		<dc:creator>Cat Chambers</dc:creator>

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SUBSEQUENCE CYCLE
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2025
For all we cannot grasp yet. &#38;nbsp;

You are already becoming what you will be.
 
Between echo and omen.

Remember, remember. Your plans are borrowed.

Time does not threaten, it simply is.
 
There is no violence in prophecy.

It’s how long we dare to look before turning away.

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		<title>SPINNER, ALLOTTER, ENDER. </title>
				
		<link>https://catchambers.com/SPINNER-ALLOTTER-ENDER-1</link>

		<pubDate>Wed, 23 Apr 2025 11:53:11 +0000</pubDate>

		<dc:creator>Cat Chambers</dc:creator>

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		<title>Wheel of Retrograde </title>
				
		<link>https://catchambers.com/Wheel-of-Retrograde-1</link>

		<pubDate>Wed, 22 May 2024 17:32:34 +0000</pubDate>

		<dc:creator>Cat Chambers</dc:creator>

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WHEEL OF RETROGRADE


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2024



Inhabiting
a solar system controlled by planets of our own creation. Memory, dream and the
delusion in between. 



Orbiting
a wheel of luck, elements of earth, air, water and fire. Planets occlude one
another sliding in and out of significance, others exert their pull from now shadowed
places of occultation. 



 Take
up sacred objects gathered from solstice, equinox and times when the moon wore
many faces and cast them onto this wheel like runes, hoping to divine and pervert
the course of destiny. 



 Acrid
incense stings the eyes to tears, the sound of a distant drum mimics the
ticking of a clock, a heart or a bomb. &#38;nbsp; 



 The
past may yet eat us. The future consumes us and we sit in the only dimension we
can touch, gnawed from both sides.



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		<title>Other People's Dreams</title>
				
		<link>https://catchambers.com/Other-People-s-Dreams</link>

		<pubDate>Wed, 23 Apr 2025 18:54:03 +0000</pubDate>

		<dc:creator>Cat Chambers</dc:creator>

		<guid isPermaLink="true">https://catchambers.com/Other-People-s-Dreams</guid>

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		<title>Awareness of an Eternal Hourglass</title>
				
		<link>https://catchambers.com/Awareness-of-an-Eternal-Hourglass-1</link>

		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Oct 2023 21:27:19 +0000</pubDate>

		<dc:creator>Cat Chambers</dc:creator>

		<guid isPermaLink="true">https://catchambers.com/Awareness-of-an-Eternal-Hourglass-1</guid>

		<description>&#60;img width="9816" height="7251" width_o="9816" height_o="7251" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/10c40cf7d9003d0c6cde3b639b3590f0f41271a4ac023c6aea5d6dc004de3301/almanac2.jpg" data-mid="192758876" border="0"  src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/1000/i/10c40cf7d9003d0c6cde3b639b3590f0f41271a4ac023c6aea5d6dc004de3301/almanac2.jpg" /&#62;
AWARENESS OF AN ETERNAL HOURGLASS


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2023


(Another year lies parasitic in the entrails
of its successor)


The first year, existing as an almanac
of sorts but really more akin to a sequence of portals. 


Present as a series of gaslit snapshots that
when held in hand are capable of temporal sensory transport.



The second year: emergent, wet wings
rapidly hardening, a window onto a landscape of new experience,
 watched over by superstitious
and mocking gods of anxiety. 



What has happened before will happen again.
Time speaks in riddles using the language of patterns. 


Until the past is unpicked and consoled
this cycle repeats eternally as in some grim game of snakes and ladders. 


Exploring the circular nature of resolving
trauma over the course of two years.



“History repeats itself, first as a
tragedy, second as a farce”. Karl Marx</description>
		
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		<title>Wheel of Retrograde</title>
				
		<link>https://catchambers.com/Wheel-of-Retrograde</link>

		<pubDate>Wed, 22 May 2024 17:24:51 +0000</pubDate>

		<dc:creator>Cat Chambers</dc:creator>

		<guid isPermaLink="true">https://catchambers.com/Wheel-of-Retrograde</guid>

		<description>&#60;img width="2458" height="3146" width_o="2458" height_o="3146" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/455c77c7904b78e1a673d86b41b39f6a989d6bd83ef7f833c985b80bbd5ec9bf/wheeloffortune.jpg" data-mid="211464188" border="0"  src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/1000/i/455c77c7904b78e1a673d86b41b39f6a989d6bd83ef7f833c985b80bbd5ec9bf/wheeloffortune.jpg" /&#62;
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2024



Inhabiting
a solar system controlled by planets of our own creation. 
Memory, dream and the
delusion in between. 



Orbiting
a wheel of luck, elements of earth, air, water and fire. 
Planets occlude one
another sliding in and out of significance, 
others exert their pull from now shadowed
places of occultation. 



 Take
up sacred objects gathered from solstice, 
equinox and times when the moon wore
many faces and cast them onto this wheel like runes, 
hoping to divine and pervert
the course of destiny. 



 Acrid
incense stings the eyes to tears, 
the sound of a distant drum mimics the
ticking of a clock, a heart or a bomb. &#38;nbsp; 



 The
past may yet eat us. 
The future consumes us and we sit in the only dimension we
can touch, 
gnawed from both sides.



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		<title>Paracosm#1</title>
				
		<link>https://catchambers.com/Paracosm-1-1</link>

		<pubDate>Tue, 07 Mar 2023 13:22:02 +0000</pubDate>

		<dc:creator>Cat Chambers</dc:creator>

		<guid isPermaLink="true">https://catchambers.com/Paracosm-1-1</guid>

		<description>&#60;img width="4771" height="3997" width_o="4771" height_o="3997" data-src="https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/fb9859f1f428fbd33c936b11f654e41be20f66e3128cac0bdd619a8981d5bd55/paracosm3.jpg" data-mid="170835486" border="0"  src="https://freight.cargo.site/w/1000/i/fb9859f1f428fbd33c936b11f654e41be20f66e3128cac0bdd619a8981d5bd55/paracosm3.jpg" /&#62;PARACOSM #1&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; ARCHIVAL INK ON PAPER2023&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;
A stranger in a strange land, guided only by stars. Events of the last quadrennial period encourage a journey inwards, reality shifts from the tangible to something that gnaws from the inside and forces its way out. &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp; 
Time slows without intervention allowing long-held secrets, the forgotten and forgiven to move back into focus as if looking at a distant landscape. &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; 
A time where we were all islands. In memoriam.&#38;nbsp;</description>
		
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