Ultra­vi­o­let Cat­a­stro­phe So say “your aver­age quan­tum physics prof” was stand­ing out­side the stu­dent Lounge when seen with his hair down and dark as an insanely vaulted for­est— All trunks, for­get­table leaves, and say behind those mahogany wisps his face went White a moment. Our par­ents said that, when Kennedy was shot, they watched Dread­locked versions […]