It’s often been said that the Melbourne Age’s world ends with the tramlines. Beyond is “Here be monsters” territory.

As its budgets, staff numbers, relevance and readership collapse, however, the borders of Age-world appear to be closing in too.

Here’s this morning’s coverage of the fire yesterday in Melbourne’s west that left half of the city blanketed in toxic smoke:

You’ll note that’s it’s reported as a bushfire, even though it occurred only 10 kilometres from The Age’s much-mortgaged Docklands home and a brisk stroll of less than 30 minutes west from oh-so-trendy Yarraville, home of fair trade decaf almond milk latte drinkers and...