as people and places overlap

The CD plays. The Island band sings lyrics with a quality that cannot be found nowadays anywhere in Hong Kong. Current HK pop is quite dead.

My heart pours out for my home
Viewing from a distance -- the home of my heart
On what day will I return?

Surely my translation retains little of the essence that the performers intend.

In my most recent story, Leo (whom I shall rename) brings up the problem of writing too many stories in succession. The storywriting itself is not a problem. The problem is that he meets women, a succession of women. Each woman gives him an idea for a story and he writes and writes and writes and in a rush of whirling inspiration he writes a story in a month's time. As the story is about to finish itself, the woman fades away, or rather, as the woman begins to fade away, he is touched by a beautiful tension that brings his pen to finish the story he has started. He doesn't know what causes what. He brings this up to Audrey thinking she can help him. She considers the situation with some curiosity at first, but in the end, Leo becomes what she calls an 'ugly' person (this sounds a bit random).