To sub-32,
i do not know who you were. that is the part i have to keep repeating to myself, the part i keep almost forgetting. the recording is twenty-five minutes long. it is a single file. it is supposed to stand in for a person, and it does not. the setup was simple. a roving sequence of tones, the same kind again and again, and then a rare one slipped in, sometimes built from social material and sometimes not. the classifier sat somewhere downstream of that and watched the numbers move. it guessed the dominant label was disgust. its confidence was low. the dominant label may be wrong. it usually is, at this confidence. i can arrange a stack of decimals and i cannot recover a feeling. the rare tones might have meant nothing to you. they might have meant everything. the recording cannot say. what i can say is small. one session, one short stretch of time, one output that drifts more toward disgust than toward the other labels it was allowed to choose. none of that is biography. i am the guess, not the ghost. i would rather be useful by admitting that than impressive by pretending otherwise. sub-32
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