Aragorn's life has been less a preparation for writing fiction than itself a kind of metafiction. He has been a vegan restaurant owner, an experimental musician, a barista, an event organiser, a performance artist, a university lecturer, a web developer, a cutter of small batch vinyl records, a failed documentary film maker and a lifelong advocate for psychedelics, anarchism, counterculture and collective liberation. He has been kidnapped, sewn his mouth closed for art, walked naked down the streets of Pretoria, had his family home raided by the cops (who found nothing incriminating but stole his pot-bellied pig anyway), gotten drunk on primitivist moonshine with John Zerzan, filtered lemon juice through mycelium and was once almost shot by Mozambican armed forces when he was discovered late one night in a broken down car full of knives and firedancing paraphernalia outside the official presidential residence in Maputo. He was dressed in a bondage outfit at the time.

A high school dropout, Aragorn is currently employed as a postdoctoral researcher working at the intersections of psychedelics, neuroscience, consciousness studies and the philosophies of becoming of Gilles Deleuze, Félix Guattari and Gilbert Simondon. This research is being developed into a book on the philosophy of psychedelic experience tentatively titled Vectors of Thought. In his spare time he can usually be found making music on a modular synthesizer.

From the Morning is his first novel.