Us, we're there to observe, get the story. As for protests, we prefer to conduct them in front of a warm computer. The protesters hang tough. Maybe three more cars go by. Our brain is slowing down so we quickly walk back to the Kubbyhole to review our mental notes, the only ones we will take.
Blood takes longer than ink to transform into icy sludge.
After a while some of the protesters show up at the coffeehouse. They have given up, victims of cold indifference. They debate what to do with their banner. A stranger overhears their conversation and it turns out he's sympathetic to their cause. He gladly donates some cord lying around in his car's trunk.