Subrina Heyink

Since I announced tiny Pleasures two years ago through my Substack newsletter, Are you wearing that?, it has evolved alongside my personal and professional metamorphosis. It started as a print magazine in reaction to the growing plagiarism crisis on the Substack platform and a misguided romanticization of the analog age.

I hoped my goodbye newsletter would be accompanied by exciting news about what’s to come. Instead I am writing to let you know I have to stop writing this newsletter to save myself. Although I do not know what the future holds, which is as terrifying to feel as it is to write, I am no longer interested in pursuing novelty, which has only led to monotony in my interior and creative life. I must disrupt the merry-go-round of nostalgia for what this newsletter once was.

I’m known to always know what to do. Even through uncertainty, I’d make a decision and live with it. That Subrina no longer exists. And for eleven excruciating months, I have stood, exposed, in the lonely hallway of the unknown. As I type, I am uncertain if this is what I want to say. The self-assured voice in my head has been replaced with nothing.