Bathroom, Empty Bottle, and the Incommunicability

Bathroom has always been a special space. It’s a space, not a place. Not a place owned by any household; not a place that belongs to any household. You might have a house with a bathroom; you might live in a house with a bathroom, but bathrooms are so introverted, quiet, and shy in speaking to you that you almost feel like it is invisible.
It exists with you in the same timeline but feels like a different dimension.
Is it untouched by material?

I have that experience with my bathroom. Especially if it is shared with my partner.
Because of that shareness I begin to feel like I own it. Whatever happens in the bathroom conveys a meaning to the doings of my life. So I wanted to make it useful. Not that I’m saying it is not useful the way it is. But I want to give it meaning and make it productive. In so doing, I would occupy it with some items, and through those items, my partner and I can communicate.

My partner would find my used-already-emptied skincare bottles sitting on the sink. But since the bathroom is so introverted, she won’t tell him it is used.
Although I think I believe she knows. She saw me empty the bottle in front of the mirror. The mirror is the proof. The mirror must have recorded everything. But she won’t tell. She watched him putting the emptied bottle back into my collections of skincare items.
Like nothing had happened.
Like it was not empty.
So, I thought with a little irritation; I separated the bottle with lid and body. I placed both parts on the sink. I thought this would make perfect sense to him that it is empty.
The next day, I again found the lid and body back into one entity, sitting speechlessly amongst the collections.
I began to feel the urge to shout at my partner, hey! You don’t see that it means they are used? Emptied?
It doesn’t belong here!
Again and again. He would find the emptied bottle and put it back in the collection.
Again and again. The bathroom will not tell him.
Not even a word.
I stand in the bathroom and feel a little angry. It is not productive. Not effective. It is purely stupid and silly and useless.
I thought messages could be conveyed no matter the space the time the things
Or maybe it is not. I was thinking it all wrong. I should have thrown it straight into the trash bin. Instead of tampering with some meaningless communications with my partner.
He wouldn’t know. The bathroom wouldn’t tell.

Some space is not meant for communicating.
Perhaps sharing that space is fine. But not owning it. Nor interacting with/through it. Inter-Actions become no sense. Because the bathroom is made for taking a shower.
Putting up nice and tidy skin care collections.
Hanging some towels.
Maybe sex during the shower once in a while.
But you don’t stay there and communicate via it. Not via the materials in that space.
You leave them be.
You walk in and out. And not staying. Definitely not staying there to separate an empty bottle into lid and body.
Because it is stupid and silly and makes no sense.
Leave the bathroom be.