The rithm and sense of direction of an external object is dictated by our perception.
In The Moon both senses, rithm and direction are questioned. The constant repetition of minimal movments against unexpected happenings, unifie to an eternal timing, end up neutralizing the natural sense of time. The sense of direction is interrupted by the cuts, because they always return to the point where the image was left.
In an absolutly obscure space, proyecting on the roof, the point of view is the center of the circle, the axis of all the action.