The Backrooms in general is the extended mythology of a rotted stagnate world. The Backrooms is everything about the later 90s preserved but extended into a twisted bewildering place that is wrong but familiar. All the levels represent some sort of exaggerating disconcerting piece of modernity, an office with no purpose that goes on forever, its stagnate air, humming lights make one uncomfortable but its the place of familiarity. Most of the Backrooms levels are that, places that either aught to be reassuring, and familiar but are twisted and have expanded into an inescapable prison. You can never leave the Backrooms, the Poolrooms, on and on, are inescapable purgatories for which nothing changes or progresses in a logical manner, as if time and history have collapsed into incoherence. Nothing really makes sense in the Backrooms. Like living in America today, you can't trust your senses, there is no logic or consistency. Your actions truly cannot assure you a good outcome, in fact you are just as likely to die horrifically going down the slide as you are to find the next level, and the next level has new rules that are as arbitrary and unhinged as the last level. And always there are roving monsters whose origins and intentions are completely unknown but whose lethality is ever present. The Backrooms is the End of History, a present that has no future, no progression except through levels of the same realm that has always been and always will be. We are all living in the Backrooms of History.