This is not about the 1970s television series. MASH was a game you would play in the back of the classroom in elementary school. It made you feel dirty. This was when the future only existed as a living space, a spouse, a car, and an occupation. You picked a number and then your friend made marks next to the choices and soon your future was decided. You always secretly hoped your friend would drive a wagon while you got something cool like a Ferrari, even though you didn’t know was a Ferrari was.
When you first arrive you’ll probably be introduced to the 48-hour day—the one where you go out for a ‘quiet drink’ on Monday evening only to find yourself at a party in some stranger’s loft on the Bowery at 5am, at which point you quietly bow out, sneak home for a shower before creeping off to work feeling very, very sorry for yourself.