I’m in an old study. There’s a closed book on the desk, an old, massive tome, richly adorned and plated with golden ornaments. A fine work of craftsmanship. Its pages had been left blank by its ancient creator, and were covered with writing only recently. I know it’s the diary of German rock star Herbert Grönemeyer.
I open the book and turn the heavy, yellowish pages. They are densely covered with handwriting. Different shades of red and violet colored pen, small rounded letters, carefully executed. It looks like a teenage girl’s handwriting.
Interestingly, everything is written in HTML. The short paragraphs are wrapped in <p> tags. Attributes for font size, width and margins are neatly spelled out.
This strikes me as a perfectly sensible thing to do. Grönemeyer was aware that he might want to publish his writing on the web at a later time.
(I sleep on and remember only this bit of the dream.)
Writing this down, I can’t help but wonder if the markup validated.