I once went to a museum exhibit about Einstein, and the only idea I took away from it was that movement stretches time. I don’t recall the science behind this, something to do with curvature I think. What I was left with was the understanding that the more you moved, the longer your life felt. Whether it was actually longer, I’m not sure. But every time I am behind an elderly person creeping up Broadway, or lurching their way around Zabar’s, I think of this—this determination to keep moving—and resolve to stretch more. But
