‘All the necessary conditions to perpetrate a murder are met by locking two men in a cabin of 18 by 20 feet … for two months.’
— Cosmonaut Valery Ryumin
Or two women. Or a family in a station wagon for two weeks.
I’m strangely intrigued by this astronaut love triangle story, though it stops just short of tragedy only because nobody died (yet). Yet why all the handwringing about psychological screening of astronauts? This doesn’t seem to be a normative trend, like going postal. Sometimes, Stuff Just Happens.



