Briana showed me a link and now I've decided. As soon as I can afford it, I'm going to shoot a film on
Socotra Island. Before any of you jerks think you can beat me to it, I'm mailing myself a certified letter with this idea inside so I can prove it was mine first. Try and beat me, jerks! I'll take you all on!
THIS ISLAND IS MINE.
Unrelated: I fell asleep last night to In Praise of Love, a later Godard film, and I think I got up to pee or something and pushed play before going back to bed early this morning. When I finally woke up for real, I had the uncanny sensation that the phrase "the corn on his wagon" was being repeated into my ear softly. I need to go back to the end of that film and see what French I was
eggcorning, if possible.