One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment.
His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked. “What’s happened to me? ” he thought. It wasn’t a dream. His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls.
| Frame Material | Plastic |
|---|---|
| Lens Material | Glass |
| Case Type | Pouch |
| Fit | Standard |
| Eye Size | 55 |
I can drive 10 miles, walk 50 feet. Turn around and before I know it, I’d be back home. Or would I? I’m not sure but that’s just how it is.
If you really wanted to do that, then why wouldn’t you do that? Instead you do this. It makes no sense.