Raw Fish Fixation

A sad sight indeed is a plate void of sushi. I have realized in recent months that I am a bit of a sushi whore. I believe, and I really don't think I am exadurating, that I would eat it twice a day if given the choice. It was this realization that forced me to ask myself what it is that I love so damn much about this raw fish and rice phenomenon? Is it a morbid curiosity about eating something that was not so long ago living? Is it the intoxicating array of colors, tastes, smells and textures? It is the beauty of not having to decide on one thing, which has never been a stong suit of mine, but having the delightful pleasure of choosing many and not have anyone call me flighty? Maybe it's the fact that I love salty, spicy and sweet and they all exist in perfect proportions within this simple food? Or maybe it's the someone shifty look in the eye of the sushi chef as he so gracefully slices, dices and rolls his magically delicious works of art? In the end I realize that it is all of the above. Now I just have to figure out how I can eat this fishously fantastic food three times a day without going bankrupt...