In the meantime, I have just discovered the wonderful Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows, which invents and immortalizes words that should actually exist already.
Like this one:
vemödalen
n. the frustration of photographing something amazing when thousands of identical photos already exist—the same sunset, the same waterfall, the same curve of a hip, the same closeup of an eye—which can turn a unique subject into something hollow and pulpy and cheap, like a mass-produced piece of furniture you happen to have assembled yourself.
