Look at the bottom of your screen. See that little quill-and-paper icon? It looks like something Shakespeare would use if he were addicted to hot takes. Tap it. A blank box appears, glowing with potential—and judgment. This is your canvas, your soapbox, your 280-character kingdom.
Beware: the box has a cruel sense of humor. As you type, a tiny counter counts down like a bomb timer. If you hit zero, the tweet button turns gray and laughs at you. It’s the digital equivalent of a mic drop that lands on your own foot.
