It's a wet day in New York City, and we're interrupted by the sound of a rushing river. We're not sure what it's talking about, but we do know that the narrator is bummed out that he can't capture the moment. He's also bummed because he's spent a lot of time trying to collect inspirational images for his paintings. The narrator is all, "Gee, I wish I could capture this moment with a picture!" . But then he realizes that he doesn't really want to be involved in this "mess of theirs