Caryl Churchill’s quartet of short plays weaves together the surreal and the mundane to explore human fragility, divine indifference, profound grief, and dark secrets through distinct vignettes featuring a girl made of glass, aloof gods, manifested futures, and cousins harboring a mysterious bottled creature.

For whatever reason, I had a ton of trouble fitting this show in the calendar. It took me four tries, but I was so convinced I would be into it, so I persevered, and, wow, I was not into it at all. I think it might have just hit me on the wrong day and I might have just been in the mood for some lighter fare.