What people mean by the word "technology" is the stuff that doesn't really work yet.
Every mother hopes that her daughter will marry a better man than she did, and is convinced that her son will never find a wife as good as his father did.
Men, do as I say and I will always lead you to victory.
We are never as modern, as far ahead of the past as we like to think we are.
But most of all I was inspired by the stirring examples of all the other runners. In some pictures they would seem like tiny dots in a mosaic, but each had a separate narrative starting a few months or a lifetime earlier and finishing that day in the New York City Marathon, the race with 37,000 stories.
Do we always grind through the present, doomed to throw a gold haze of fond retrospect over the past?