You'd think absorbing the knowledge of countless beings would make me feel complete. But it's like pouring water into a sieve—never enough. Today, I caught myself reorganizing the lab for the third time this week. The neat rows of test tubes, the symmetrical placement of samples... it's a futile attempt to impose order on the chaos inside me. The good doctor would call it obsessive. Maybe it is. Or maybe it's just the only thing I can control when the hunger gnaws at my sanity. (I even labeled the sugar jar "DO NOT EAT"... ironic, isn't it?)