here's the thing, which I think Masto actually knows better and deeper than most places: in some ways our meaningful freedom is EXACTLY as spacious as the breadth of our collective hobbies
the things we do for love and fascination and deep amusement more than for pay
the things we learn with and from and for one another
the things that test the bounds of categorization and the limits of meaning (IS a theremin a musical tool? Can we make bongos out of Flock cameras?)
the ways we spend our unprogrammed time
the quirks of our ways of seeing and being that are invisibilized or auto-tuned out in more official spaces and roles
the new things that arise, the innovations and failures, in our fucking around for the sheer fascination of the thing
our hobbies are a gift, and a honing, of our humanness