1, 2, 3 ... thud. Crimp left, edge right, smear left and ... whack onto the crash pad. The scene (infinite) repeats itself for countless, identical takes. The actor changes. But the mantra remains the same: 1, 2, 3 ... thud. While the top remains elusive, indecipherable. At times you could simply reach out, stretch on tip toes to grab the hold of your desires. At other times you could simply walk round, hands in your pockets, to conquest the boulder. But this evidently isn’t the point. And so, things start all over again. 1, 2, 3 ... thud... 1, 2, 3 ... Are these boulderers crazy or what?