mount arayat ᨒ
i spend 30 minutes of the drive home from the airport catching glimpses of arayat between trees and gas stations. when i finally see the mountain clearly, looming over a field of corn, my cousin tells me it's a sleeping princess. i try to see her face silhouetted against the sky. he says that she's laying down with her hair pooled behind her. i think maybe i see a nose, an open mouth, a distinct lack of chin. i take a photo to show her when she wakes.














