There was a time in my life when I was writing like this:
Armstrong and Lukács both agree that description as a dominant mode of composition arose out of the increasingly complicated social relationships that needed more descriptive detail to be accurately conveyed. But Armstrong believes that instead of Lukács’ theory that realist writers turned to description in their writing in order to reject capitalism, the reason description in realism gained such power was because of the deluge of images inundating nineteenth-century society: “It was to cash in on the giddy expansion of referential possibilities afforded by the reversal of the mimetic priority of original over copy that fiction developed the repertoire of techniques most commonly associated with realism.” Both concur that cultural objects began to lose contact with the material conditions of their production, but for the Marxist Lukács, the onset of widespread capitalism was to blame; for Armstrong, the advent of visuality through photographs was responsible.
Now, I am writing like this:
Nice's Office de Tourisme is located at 5, Promenade des Anglais across the boardwalk. Sliding doors welcome you into the air-conditioning on Mon-Sat 8am-8pm and Sunday 9am-7pm.
The Office du Tourisme at the Gare SNCF on the Avenue Thiers, on the other hand, is open Mon-Sat from 8am-8pm and Sunday from 9am-7pm.
If your first piece of Nice happens at the airport, check out the tourist office in Terminal 1, open every day from 8am-9pm.
I can't decide whether my life is going up or down.