Consent and a Dollar

I am trying to launch this thing, the Alien Salience Project. The premise is pretty straightforward, explain your take on life on Earth in a manner someone from a drastically foreign culture might find useful.

To be fair, it’s a trap. The perspective filter I’m asking people to don overtop their reality goggles is the one I can’t pry off my head, and it might just break their minds the way mine is broken. I’d would be morally remiss at such a proposition, but the musicality of Alien Salience, and the concept of saltiness as a functional understanding betwixt the most foreign of cultures is just too… juicy? I cannot resist.

Mind you, for me a successful launch at this point is someone popular making the idea their own with a broad selection of participatory results. I find it challenging to imagine I possess the fortitude of character to cope with any measure of participation. It is a collaborative playlist with the link to collaborate embedded within, so it could potentially launch without any further input from me.

I do plan on further input, my own submission to the project — but particularly while I lack a charismatic front for the project, the internal pressure for a quality product has caused innumerable delays.

‘Consent and a Dollar’ is a nice little bow for a package of notions swirling in the direction of my ASP entry as those two things seem to be serving as near paramount primacy in our culture as perceived from my circumstance.

The Dollar is a prototype fiction as the best-branded ‘currency’ to date, where currency denotes the amount of flow between banks, the current-sea between the shores of consumption. Consent is what is most often moved by said currency, from nay to yay and roundabout, in our society to the extent that entities will consent to bind themselves to silence for some of its measure.

The Dollar is the negative flow alternating current, and entities subvert their wills in its service. In our culture the practice has become so normalized that to pursue anything else is seen as luxury, and to not pursue it as aberrant and self-destructive.

To this, We The People, Consent.