Sartre was a big influence on my writing. The moment I read the line "hell is other people," I felt he understood something important and promptly devoured whatever I could find.

I only bring it up because we usually think of freedom as having it from other people who would take it away, so it's a person-centric idea at the root. This poem made me wonder if Sartre ever considered that freedom was the release from hell, or from the hell he saw as other people.

Thanks for making me think that