
Away from the smoke, towards the numbers
From May to August the cold air sits on the Highveld like a lid. Smoke from an evening fire cannot get up through it, so it spreads sideways at roof height and stays in the street until the sun comes up and lifts it. Everybody here already knows this. You can taste it walking to the taxi at half past five. What nobody had was a reading — a number, at an address, at an hour, that you can put in front of a municipality or a licence hearing without being told you are imagining it. So we started measuring. Twenty-two monitors, all on buildings people actually use, all logging every hour, all of it published raw the same day whether it flatters anybody or not. Asem is eleven people working out of a back room behind the Middelburg library. Four of us grew up in Mhluzi, two are retired station technicians, and none of us is paid to like the answer.





