I've been meaning to comment on another one of your pieces for a while (and now that the semester is over, I am taking a breather before grading exams).
The picture is very apt for me at the moment because I am exhausted and have been drinking too much coffee (thus, an "exhausted self" as in the quote). The "spinning around" I see in the light reflected from the top of the coffee pot. And I suppose there is a suggestion of the fear of being one's own subject in the odd distance one feels from you, partially hidden there in the reflection on the metal. You seem to be rearing back with the camera protectively held in front of you (though you are also the one taking the picture, and in a sense WE, the viewer, are the subject of the picture as the gaze comes OUT at us -- sneaky!).
The cup/(holy) grail on the counter is oddly cut off from us -- it's out of focus, and to get to it we must be like the Argo sailing between Scylla and Charybdis (but there is that path of light in-between). The light is interrupted by the pot, but continues out to the window, which I imagine is the ultimate goal -- to get out into the world. Oddly, the light causes my eye to double back and follow the reflection of the milk carton, noticing the mirrored BIO and the lonely cow. It's 3.8% -- but is that really Vollmilch? Doesn't whole milk have more fat? But I am no longer concerned by this question, because the little path of light now leads me directly to the OTHER cup, the coffee mug. It's very inviting, and I want to have some coffee. It's at this point that I realize I have traveled far into the reflection. I am practically in front of the photographer, who is no longer hiding, but quite immediate. I have also gone IN to the photo about the same distance that I am actually AWAY from the image on my screen.
You're right -- one has to look at the large version for the illusion to work. But I would disagree with the quote. The photo is only angsty on the surface. Once you are in it, you aren't left with the "twisted distorted image on the retina," but a moment of intimacy in the mind. The distortion is on the surfaces that reflect, but the reflection on the surface of the mind, though there is some excitement caused by the photo (creating the ripples, the "rings" on which one can "spin") is calm in the end. It's chasing after the fancy grail that causes self-anxiety. Who needs it when there's a nice cup of plain coffee?