If you can stop, think, get rid of the anger and the speed that the weapon confers, it will slowly become a tool again, and you will define it and not it you.

If, because life is complex, absurd and full of unexpected events, one day you go out of the house and around the corner you stumble upon someone injured or a person who has died, with their pain, blood or vulnerability, don’t use your gun, keep it in your pocket. Relieve, help or maintain respectful silence.

If on any given day, someone you know or don’t know makes a fool of themselves in your presence; or they send you pictures or a screenshot of a conversation where an intimate act or gossip is played back, don’t use your weapon. Don’t reproduce the shame of others.

If you feel the temptation to mock the other, to criticise their body, their sexual orientation, their appearance…; to multiply hatred, take the weapon away from your hands. Hide it far away from you…

If, when you get home, you prefer to look at the gun again and again, to weigh in your hands the power it gives you, instead of talking to your children, your mother, your partner… keep its coldness away, that way in which it separates others from you. Never, ever, put it on the table while you eat.

And since weapons can also serve to self-harm, think about the use you make of yours if it is the first thing you look at before going to sleep and when you get up, if you keep it obsessively close, if you assume you are unprotected when you don’t have it on you… if everything you feel, desire or believe is mediated by the way you use it.

If you can stop, think, free yourself from the anger and speed that the weapon confers, it will gradually become a tool again, and you will define it and not it you. And you will enjoy moments without having to record them, and you will look into the eyes, and you will distance yourself from morbidity, and you will be more human, and the world, another.