what, me? nothing, just thinking about Stars. Javert’s admiration. him idolizing the heavens. comparing them to who he aspires to be. “order and light, you are the sentinels,” “you know your place,” “you hold your course and your aim.” if they ever fall, they fall in vain. until he stands on the bridge in the dark and void, not knowing what his place or aim is anymore. does he wonder that his fall is in vain? does he know that it is? are the empty stars he looks up at a reflection of what he once was, unable to face what he’s become? are they him in that moment, lost of all purpose and out of sight? insignificant? thinking he doesn’t matter anymore, except probably to the one man he’s hunted for two decades and orbited the aspect of his conscience around? what? the customers behi- oh my McDo order right I’ll take the BigMa
