"(Look at the moon). She has a strange look. She is like a little princess who wears a yellow veil, and
whose feet are of silver.. [...] One might fancy she was dancing.
Those men are mad. They have looked too long on the moon.
Hide the moon! Hide the stars! (...). I begin to be afraid."
Oscar Wilde, Salomè
Some monitors transmit the data of an ancient fairy tale.
It is a fairy tale in which all the characters are mortally seduced by a single frenzy: conquer the
moon. Desiring something that can not be achieved can lead to madness or utopia.
Walk on the surface of the moon. Once the sacrilege of leaving a footprint in the non-place of desire
par excellence, what is to be done?
Get lost in the dark, and be afraid, to get back on the road: in search of the moon.