There once was a girl named Catalyst Echo and she dreamed one day of being an artist, writer, psychologist, philosopher, photographer, dreamer, dancer, DJ, designer, deviant, slacker, deadbeat, dye-junkie, stylist, loser, lush, lover, thinker, fighter, mediator, promoter, philanthropist, entrepreneur, airhead, silly-girl serious, trophey "wife", girl friday, catalyst, contraband, vacation destination, violation, law-breaker, rule-follower, moral being without inhibitions, line-crosser, boundry-breaker, demon-hunter, dream-maker, fantasy, fiction, deep-dweller, cell-breaker, people person, loner, reader, dangerous, ditzy, daring, ladead-eyed doll. She practiced malediction, revolution and hedonism. She longed to spend time in the darkroom and in a darkroom. Sometimes, when the spiders were too bold or too numerous, she ran away and hid in a bunker or put some wheels on her feet and pretended to fly. And, above all else, she believed in song lyric salvation. Her story is still being written. Care to watch?