One of the most enjoyable evenings of theater I ever had was at a downtown production of Caryl Churchill's "Love and Information" (2012). With over 100 characters (performed by 15 actors), this mishmash of short scenes without a shared narrative was a thrilling revue showcasing points of connection in our rapid-fire culture. "This Is a Chair" (1999), which is very much cut from the same cloth, feels like a prototype for her later play, as if the playwright were simply testing out an idea before fully committing to it. Each scene comes with an incongruous title -- "The War in Bosnia," "Pornography and Censorship" -- then gives a quick peak into random lives. (Only one scene and its characters repeat.) The play has nowhere near the scale or power of its subsequent counterpart but it does share its spirit of fun even and tickles with bewilderment. You're also continually aware of Churchill's mastery of dialogue, as some conversations are primarily fragments while a more conventional exchange sounds patently absurd. Is it a great play? No, but Churchill's artistry is always at such a high level that even her sketches are worthy of being staged. And should be.