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COLLETTE RAYNER - HOW SLOWLY GLUE DRIES (AN EXTRACT FROM)

Hobbies are like hurricanes: passions are opposed to reason. They make us their victims and sweep us away. We feel they must be regulated to weekends and bank holidays, until, released in retirement, passion reigns triumphant.

Breathing in deeply, the model rail male stays close to the thing that separates him from paid labour. Free time itself is the western answer to the question hobby.
He began to model as a child, abandoning it in teenage years when hormones informed him that reality has tits and craft is better as beer. Lying dormant in his spinal column for many years, the modelling never really left.
The repercussions led to an entirely separate career path, and whilst he made a little pocket money on commissions amongst some members at the clubhouse, a large sum of his salary was as dedicated to the models as he was.

Unlike the model rail male, the drone man had the ability to work remotely.
Having a digital heavy hobby has never attracted as much stigma in youth and allowed him to intertwine his pastime and profession.
Having never repressed his craft, there is little demand to explain his transfer of specialist knowledge.
The drone man was very aware that his intelligence was often desired more by the voluntary.
Being a citizen of the United Kingdom, he found himself stalled from folding his career as a programmer too far into his hobby.
If only he could marry the western world to a hobbyist utopia: a micro-processing dream where hobbyists are king and creative development reigns supreme. Its potential outdoes the complications of its history.

“You are not allowed in my hobby, you must stay in your own world” interrupts the micro-nationalist.

He had not slept well for months, the ideas, which have taken hold would not let him rest. He would like to be a hero for his generation and produce more than a website for his efforts. He had paid his bills so now he must play with his totems: a rent reliant role play.

Unable to communicate his passion in an understandable way to others out with his sector, he could group together these people and form a new state in which the constitution enforces constant hobby.

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