I continue to be haunted by the faces of the people in the crowds yesterday, when the MRT train flew off the tracks and crashed onto the highway, and the electric post toppled on top of a parked car. Their expressions were of pathos, like those of the hurt and of the suffering, like those of helpless children watching their favorite toys being taken away, like those of adults who put on their best clothes for a job interview only to be told they are unqualified.