In fifth grade, I was really into mazes. We all were. It was somehow "cool" to draw mazes for each other, trying to come up with creative shapes or really tricky, difficult ones that were hard to solve. Any time the teacher wasn't looking, I was sketching out another maze, this one in the shape of a carrot or llama or something. I felt like a kid again when I drew this magician, and then decided he should have a maze hat. Because of course he should have a maze hat! All magicians should have maze hats. It felt like my inner ten-year-old self was giving me a high five.