A Measure of Alignment= “We Can Only Process The Information as We Perceive It”

I walked down the avenue toward the bus shelter, where the afternoon traffic moved in steady succession. On the wooden upright of the transit board, a laminated route timetable hung by a solitary thumb tack, fluttering erratically each time an express coach rushed past. I paused to inspect the angle. After retrieving an abandoned plastic bottle cap from the curb edge, I wedged its notched rim firmly beneath the paper's lower corner, anchoring it cleanly against the wooden grain. The fluttering ceased at once. With the schedule held flat and legible for passing passengers, I stepped back to appreciate the quiet balance of the avenue.🧠🧠🧠🧠🧠👀👈🏽😎