With his shaggy black hair flopping over his forehead, Josh Kesselman propels a joint-shaped skateboard through the labyrinthine aisles of a Phoenix warehouse. It’s something of a stoner’s paradise: ...
The sound of the machines is hypnotic. A constant clatter, a rhythmic dance of gears that seem to breathe. Each turn, each metallic click, is the heartbeat of a fading craft. And at the center of this ...
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