After having told of cities without sun, at night, when smog vanishes, one’s gaze is searching again for a corner of nocturnal skies, it searchs stars and planets where the mind can project itself, where it could still transcend.

Looking again at the Moon, and dreaming of sidereal trips, how not to think about Apollo 11’s contentious challenge, about Neil Armstrong and companions., about their long round journey to the satellite, and back, and above all about their trip ‘inside’, conquering their inner space , as J G Ballard would say?

That’s Armstrong, a six-acts trip, six scores to get lost, a music aimed for motionless travellers.