Don’t say you’re sorry, don’t exclaim that it’s “crushing” (especially if you’re the prime minister), don’t use heart emojis, don’t offer sympathy. I don’t really even want to watch a montage of empty Melbourne streets to the swelling soundtrack of a youth choir. Back in July I wrote a piece about how much we all needed each other to get through Melbourne winter. I’m for lockdown. I’ve written love letters to lockdown, talked on the radio about lockdown, made podcasts about lockdown.

Source: The Guardian September 09, 2020 03:16 UTC