“That's why I make this stuff. I thought, you know... what I do now, I wait for someone to come and they tell me what they want and I make it, and it's always something so important, so I feel bad asking them for a lot of money, and anyway no one here can afford too much anyway. So I thought, I can make things like this, things that are just nice to have, but no one's life is gonna be ruined if they don't have it, you know? And I can make a lot of them at once and they work for anyone, it's not so specific. So maybe people outside the District come and buy it too.”
What he's saying is all true — and Wolfgang really desperately wants to be self-sufficient, which they aren't, currently. The Doctor (capital D) pays for the doctor visits and the lease on this place, and all that Wolfgang sells goes towards feeding and clothing themself. They'd like to pay the lease back and make rent on their own. Maybe get a real apartment and stop sleeping in a hammock in what used to be an industrial kitchen.
They rub the back of their head. “I'm running out of ideas, though.”