Quarantin-ed.

Friday, April 13th, 2007

Influenza. If you isolate the word from any kind of meaning it is actually really beautiful sounding. Influenza. It sounds romantic and Italian. Nothing at all like the virus I’ve been enduring this past week. InfluENza. It rolls off the tongue. It is remarkably pleasing to the ear. Influenza Quarantina. I can’t get over it.

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  1. Posted April 13, 2007 at 10:59 pm | Permalink