In a dimly lit immigration centre, with only the glowing red numbers of the queue-management system shining brightly, people patiently wait. Kamal Aljafari’s new short film once again collapses time, questioning the meaning of life in a system in which humanity is reduced to a number and the value of one’s future is measured by applications within grey hallways. In the film’s only moment of dialogue, a bemused Syrian woman turns to a young man and asks him “What are they distributing here?”…“Numbers” he responds.