Since the ATM itself can’t write, for a few crisp banknotes it asked me to put down its thoughts — accumulated over a long time standing in a shopping mall. Since it expressed its ideas through rustling, creaking, and blinking, not everything it said was clear to me. Still, I tried my best to listen and write down everything I could make out. If I missed something or misunderstood it, please forgive me and don’t judge too harshly.