Having to resort to time vortices

Woke up,
and six empty months had passed.
Half a year lying in that corn field.

Dust everywhere, and I found a cache of posts.
Screw it, I’ll reuse them.

If anything, it will make me keep track of the close past.
And I don’t know anything about Dr. Who…
But I don’t like having to resort to time vortices.