The Russian Cosmonaut
So the cosmonaut—he’s the first man ever to go into space. He goes up in this big spaceship but the inhabitable part of it is very small.
He has this portal window and he sees the curvature of the earth. For the first time. The first man to ever look at the planet he’s from. And he’s lost in that moment. And all of a sudden, this strange ticking is coming out of the dashboard. He rips out the control panel, and he tries to find this sound. To stop this sound. He can’t find it. He can’t stop it. It keeps going.
A few hours into it feels like torture. A few days go by with this sound and he knows that this small sound will break him. He’ll lose his mind.
What’s he going to do? He’s up in space. Alone. In a space closet. He has 25 days left to go with this sound.
Well, the cosmonaut decides that the only way to save his sanity is to fall in love with this sound. So he closes his eyes and he goes into his imagination and then he opens his heart. He opens his eyes. He doesn’t hear ticking anymore. He hears music.
And he spends the remainder of his time sailing through space in total bliss. In peace.