I'm watching who's watching me.

Since 2001, I have had the opportunity to observe and participate in the ongoing process.

I'm observing how lies and anxiety are amplified on the Internet throughout the world.

For the past 30 years I've been closely watching the earth and its dwellers from high up in the sky.

KYIV From snowy Kyiv, I have watched the successful revolutions in Cairo and Tunis with joy and admiration.

And so I spent the rest of the vacation largely sitting outside our little rental house at night, the sidewalk still warm from the sun, watching the skies for UFOs.

And I sat there in the studio watching these women clapping their hands beautiful rhythms as these little fairy pixies were dancing around them, wearing these beautiful silk colors.

We had enough luxury, comfort, clarity of vision, and extra room for more grief. I used to follow the pictures of dead State army soldiers being spread on social media.

I was there watching members of the media blessing these acts of murder. Blessing tyranny, oppression, and the mass extermination of those who did not conform to intolerant political agendas.

I'm a writer, and I've been watching people with the slide shows and scientists and bankers, and I've been feeling a bit like a gangsta rapper at a bar mitzvah.

From my window, I watched the Rubbish Gangster shaven head, bull neck, and swollen nose, from which dangled mucus incrusted strands of hair, his short arms bursting with criminal power.

It is disturbing to witness the deterioration of a once elegant, intellectually lively, and highly independent companion of more than four decades.

As Deng Xiaoping began to encourage individual incentives over the next several decades embodied in such slogans as, To Get Rich Is Glorious I watched with wonder and amazement as China s private economy began to rise from the ashes of Mao s revolution.

I am tired and utterly exhausted. But there is nothing else to do for me than to stay. This is my land.