6-kew and mark

I liked the continuity between these two stories, that a snail was witness to all surrounding it while being obscurely present either noticed on a wall or unseen beneath the towering flowers in the gardens.
Mark was the first of Woolf's works that I've ever attempted to read and I found it very difficult to follow as she meandered through time with various fantastic explanations for this curious mark on the wall she was not interested enough in to stand up and find out just what it was. I get lost in reveries, especially with the flickering tongues of fire (whose image is forever ruined by Harry Potter's communication system and faces popping out of fire places, talking). It was interesting that when a human voice woke her from her reverie, she did not drown like Eliot/Prufrock but was freed by the knowledge that the mysterious mark on the wall was a snail: mystery over! Her works, while confusing, seem to have cheerful, happy overtones that uplift the determined reader who wades through all the trails of her reveries.
Kew gardens, when I read it, was of course difficult to follow but at least I'd had other stories by Woolf under my belt by then and expected the digressions. But the snippets of conversations that the reader is privy to in this story are just what a snail living in such a garden would hear. How confusing people must seem when one only knows bits and pieces! From the perspective of the snail, the entire world of humans must indeed seem large and knowledge only gained in pieces. The story flowed like a walk in the garden, too, and wasn't as confusing as Mark, in which the narrator never actually got up from the chair or did anything at all. In Kew, there is action observed and discussed as it occurs. And the little snail remains while the world goes on about, unaware of it's existence.