The streets talk and if you keep your ears open, they will speak to you in a way that you've never heard before. You see trash or vandalism, but all I see are love notes. Little acts of love and expression, disguised as rebellion. They come and go, covering each other with layers of time, but a part of them always remains. Just like people in our lives come and go but always leave a tag on your soul. So today I tagged all four corners of Phoenix for my friend because he sees the world like I do. He sees the power of the Anarchy Love Note...