I’m craving to cross the border … south of Princes Bridge

Procuring on the Vic Market (four.9 kilometres from dwelling), I requested a dealer how she’s going. “The five-k rule has killed us,” she sighed. Individuals journey to get to locations as particular because the market. Closeness in a contemporary metropolis is not measured by distance however in journey time; it is decided by roads, prepare routes and all method of entry boundaries.

And time appears greater than ever like a assemble. When a six-week lockdown lasts 11 weeks, or perhaps 15, or longer should you reside within the first 10 postcodes locked down, there would not appear a lot level in counting the times.

House, alternatively, appears to be fairly fastened. We’re have been we’re, and there we should keep.

I am fortunate sufficient to have pals dwelling lower than 10 kilometres away (we are able to meet within the center), however there are many others dwelling unattainably south of the river, or out within the legendary lands of Ballarat and better Geelong.


Typically I sit and stare on the web site that reveals the map of my permitted vary (who knew we might want such a factor?) I can fluctuate the radius; 4 extra kilometres and I may swim at Albert Park. One much less and the Yarra Boulevard can be off limits. There’s nothing stopping me breaching that imaginary border besides the mantra “we’re all on this collectively” and concern of a high-quality. And understanding that point is actual, for all sensible functions, and that after All That is Over, there will be different excellent mornings.

Jenny Sinclair is a Melbourne author.