Nobody remembers their first time in Level. Probably because nobody remembers the most recent time in Level. A blur of sticky floors, half empty plastic cups of coke and god knows what. You never plan to end up in Level. You always end up in Level. And you wonder how, every time you go in, Limp Biskit's "Rollin'" or Sum 41's "In Too Deep" ends up blaring in your ears. Wasn't this on last time we were here!? Yes. And the time before that. And the time before that. Ad infinitum. One wonders if Level was once theorised as a hypnotic brainwashing technique by MK Ultra, designed to trick the mass public into slowly poisoning themselves, until the only ones left were the avant-garde high art society. Those who would know it's never a good idea to "just go Level".