I love cleaning right in the morning in my pajamas before the shower. It is the time for work, for sweat, the process of scrubbing, wiping the dust and cobwebs away. I enjoy both, the mess, the dust particles that I know are of the same substance as me, as well as the spotless floor/wall, the water that flows to purify.
In relation to the soaps, they stick! (Temporarily) I have figured out a system of nail, sticky tack and soap that joins soap to wall. It is not a forever, permanent sticking, on the contrary, quite a subtle (precarious) attachment. But the illusion of hovering in space is lovely especially in relation to the same color wall. Soaps lose their soapy materialism.
At present, I question their purity. Over a flame that leaves a charcoal residue, I mark them again and again until enough black soot accumulates. Then slowly, with water, I remove one layer until a right balance remains.