When to and da boyz go into the gulag and have a massive anal bleaching party and jerk circle whilst playing chess with fez's or top hats equipped in the helmet slot, all while throwing bags fulls of pop it's combined with dog shit.

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.