Context. Context is perspective. The perspective of the spyglass is one eye, the perspective of the glasses is frosted glass and clear skies. The perspective of the eyes is the handiwork of the tailor at the vertex.

I am not a statue to be frozen in a long stance espying some far-off land like a consistent Jack Sparrow. I am not a building to have all my crevices curtained by glass. To be a tailor of the most various of inclinations; at the seat of the mind is weather, a continuous swirl. Yes.

The silhouette might offer these descriptions but the soul is Sophia and she is svelte.