What am I?
What I am depends on where I am. Various mechanisms I use to cope become place and activity based. Idle thoughts become entrained behaviour. Things I then slip into unconsciously. Things which effect both conscious and unconscious thought.
On the bus for instance there's the unknown number of minds in a time-space bubble game. It's fun and latterly has been shown to aid thinking. Recently when inputting variables into a model of the mind investigating, in part, the Elektra complex I got so lost in thought I never noticed the bus had missed a turning. Most amusing that to get back on route the bus then drove by the very hospital where my daughter was birthed.
It's in this sort of occurrence I find comfort. I smile and things don't seem quite so hard as I reconcile the absurdity of real. But it's not all roses.