Blackbird Leys is the roughest bit of Oxford, youths roam the streets and pick on anyone, whether they be an outsider or a local... at least that's what most people in Oxford think it's like. But really, it's actually an area with a strong sense of community spirit. There's no over entitled students around here, no one asking for money, no tourists. Just a proper working class community. There's chavs, like anywhere else, but most people on the estate are ordinary folk whose families have lived here for decades.

Briefly, "the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own." Originally from the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows, which has a lot more beautiful neologism definitions like this you might enjoy.